I woke up this morning very sad. Thinking of the recent changes with my mother. She has always been difficult, but she has never disowned me. Being that she lives with me it makes it extra difficult. I’ve been supporting her for over 20 years. Today, this morning we have our first meeting with a social worker. We’re going to get her into a home. She wants nothing to do with me. She never wants to see me again. It hurts so much. 💔 If you would like to see more of my poetry, you can check it out at linktree.com/xzanthiapoetry I would love if you left in the comments there 🫶