Today I will go watch my oldest son graduate again.
It is a day full of triggers that I was dreading…moving him out of the dorms I moved him into two years ago. I took a shit ton of pictures and sent to my husband, which he then forwarded on to the whore. I was the one there, cleaning, and shopping, making him a home for his two-year stay. I was the one who cried as I sent him on his way later that weekend, I sat down at my kitchen table alone like always and bawled as he took his first steps in his new life. My husband shared the day with the whore, how’s that for a trigger? I was his mother then, and today as I go and pack him up in a dorm full of triggers I will be that mom again.
I got some advice from a great friend, who said I need to embrace “Kelly who’s a badass” and start stomping down my path. So today I’m once again waving my middle finger in the air “Like I just don’t care” and telling ‘the whore’ and her triggers, my husband and his actions of the past “You can both Fuck Off”.
Yes I said Fuck…fuck, fucking, fucker, fuckedy FUCK!!! Pablo’s wife is right sometimes you just got to let it all out…I’m done now, my blog is back to PG.
If you happen to drive by my house and you see me standing on top of my house, flipping the world the bird? Just drive on, I’m okay. I’m going to my son’s graduation today, and I’m going to pack him up, clean his dorm and bring him home. I might look a little crazy, might get a little teary eyed, but I’m gonna do it. Because he made it through this, and I’m going to be there as I have always been.
I’m going to stomp through a trigger minefield today, and I pity the person who gets in my way.