First, I was overly exposed on film. Now here I am with my life just hanging out there in the breeze. Privacy isn’t something that I’m meant to know.
My 3-year-old and I started family therapy today. I’m coming to the harsh realization that I suck as a mother. And that the emotionally void, neglectful, narcissist whore of a woman who birthed me…did nothing to help me learn what it means to be a good mother.
I’ll spare folks any boring details. But today was an emotionally draining experience.
Coming face to face with your failures is always rough. I’m a woman though. We’re supposed to be programmed for mothering. It’s supposed to come naturally right? I even have a formal education in child development. What a joke.
I’m never going to win any mom of the year awards. But I need to do better. So that’s what’s going to happen. I’ve always been fucked up. Yet I’ve always had a good sense of self-awareness.
God willing, I can raise some kids who are better people than me. Shouldn’t be too hard right?