After reading my first post I’m sure you are wondering why I made the difficult decision to stop talking to my mother. It wasn’t one thing or even one event that led me up to that decision. It was years of decisions that my mother made that showed me that I just wasn’t that important to her. It was years of me excusing those behaviors, trying to believe that things would change or thinking that my love and patience would be enough.

My life is a lot like a jigsaw puzzle. There are many pieces. And I do not know where they all belong. I have to take one piece and put it up against another piece to get a fuller picture. I have what my mother has told me and what my father has told me and what I remember. I have to piece together the parts that go together to get an idea of what transpired in my life.

Therefore, my story will not be in chronological order and there will be periods of time missing. Unfortunately, that is how my brain has chosen to cope with many of the events that have happened in my life.

It has been a great source of frustration for me because I am a very detail oriented person. I am a visual learner and when I can’t fit all the pieces together to form a picture, it gets very confusing.

So with that being said, or rather written, I will start my next post at the beginning of my life.

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