July 30, 2019
I haven't talked to my mother in years. 10? 15? I forget. I used to count. It gave me a sense of success. Whatever. I forget now who started the freeze, but my bet is on her. She can be hurtful with her words. Of course I can justify my reasons with "attacks," I can access my lifelong ammunition of "You did this, you fix this." But that won't negate the fact that my mother is the only one who can love me like she does. She tried reaching out then but I resisted. Today she was at Ortigas station.