I struggle so on mothers day. My mother demands acknowledgement on this day. I am not ready to deal with the backlash of it not being given to her. But my heart and mind are filed with memories of how much she hated me, how deeply she abandoned me, and how she loved to regale me with tales of how awful it was to mother me, the awful child who stole her husband from her.

To my dearest mother, on Mother's Day.
I will never be able to apologize enough to you for stealing your husband's attentions from you at the tender age of 2. Please forgive me.
On this day I honor you for your sacrifice, for everything you had to relinquish in order to mother the abomination that was me.
Me.