Mi madre dearest teaches me the darndest life lessons in a grand way.
For instance, she reminds me today (after an intense prior conversation) not to live through the manipulation of emotions or by dependency on sympathy from others. She is so on point. I do not struggle more than others. We all struggle. I have so much to be thankful for. It seems weird now how I was willing to love a stranger but not my own mother. I was too afraid she might hate who I was inside. I thought I had to be who she wanted me to be in order for her to accept me. But I just had to be me.
I am blessed.
Also, Tawny says she loves Jesus. So does Ammiel. I think I should as well. Because I trust them. And also because I should take a gamble on those who do any and everything for me to be happy.
I mean love is a gamble.
But one that requires me to go all in.