Well, after eight months I finally spoke with my mother Friday night. Not only did I speak with her but I also entered her house. Everything went well. I think the hard feelings have passed. There is still one thing that bothers me though. That night her boyfriend was away at work, when he called her, she ordered me to be quiet and not say a word. It seems that she is going to hide the fact I was at her house from everyone. I’m not quite sure how I should feel about that. I suppose I should be grateful that the lines of communication are open again between me and my mom but I don’t know.
Anymore I wish there was someone that I could be with that could help me through these things. Everything is slowly getting better but I still feel an emptiness that I’m not sure how to fill.
Life should be looked at as a journey and in every journey there is a road follow. Along that road of life, you are guaranteed to hit pot holes. In life, we are constantly trying to fill these potholes whether it is by solving a problem continuing education, advancing or starting a relationship, or even in the luckiest of cases, having a child. However some of these holes are extremely hard to fill. We may spend our entire lives trying to fill them. But no matter how hard a problem may be to fix, we can’t give up. We have to continue working hard to fill our pot holes. In many cases we will be the ones creating the holes.