I have suicidal thoughts every time I talk to my mother.
She’s well versed at killing egos, especially mine, which I’ve worked hard over the years to build up since I’ve been away. But one phone call can chip away a good hunk, leaving me feeling desolate and defeated.
I’d say before 2 weeks ago, I had a healthy ego. A little quirky in places, but otherwise decent for something still in the works. Then Hurricane Mother hit and I’ve been left with debris. It was chaos. And now I feel like I have nothing.
Rebuilding from the remains will commence tonight.
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