A funeral for Hope
This won’t be the longest entry but I need to plan a funeral for Hope. Hope is not a person, and parts of hope will live on forever in me. But all or any hope I’ve ever had for a mother, who can mother is dead. It’s been dead and cold for a long long time. I’ve just been dancing with a corpse (Hope) for twenty years too long. Homeopath Maggie said something today that was so profound today. There is no space or room for me to be in a healthy loving relationship because I’m still in a relationship of hoping my mom will change. So now I want to plan a funeral for Hope. I’m serious and genuine. Think about kids who have funerals for goldfish and use a matchbox for a coffin. ⚰️ That’s my aim. You know what else, maybe I’ll even go to a church or a cathedral on Sunday. Let’s go big and dramatic. I would offer to wear one of my many sexy black dresses but I’m still 2 stone overweight. At least 30lbs. I could wear a bin bag but now I’m being overdramatic and cruel to m...