This is a question I keep asking myself:
I was abused by both of my parents as a child. Physical and emotional abuse thrown at me by mother, and sexual abuse from my father.
My mother passed away from cancer, almost 6 months ago. Whenever I think of her I get this aching hole in the middle of my chest. I miss her. She was a mean woman. Why do I love her? How can I possibly miss her?
My dad passed in 2004, He sexually abused me for years, and I cried my eyes out at his funeral.
Not so with my mother. I just sat there, motionless, wondering who all came to the graveside service. Her sister, who is 13 years older sat next to me. She was crying. Yet, I miss my mom.
Through The Clouds 