She's been all I have for so long. I don't have much family.
I cannot even begin to tell you the judgments that have been going on.
I've clung to what little family I have.
Is it so important to have a mother? Yes, I think so. My mother the way she is? Not so much. (God I'm going to hell for that statement)
The rest of it?
Now throw me in the mix, and not so much. Enter lack-of-parenting skills, poor-housekeeping, clothing choices. That's where it gets complicated. Grandma + me + DD(?*DS*) = disaster.
You've got this!!! Follow your instincts.
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So what? Why, if you truly believed/felt that QS was the one you had forsaken all others opinions for, would they matter?
I'm listening 54. Your words haven't fallen on deaf ears.
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - J. Wayne
"What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, what if you fly?