or the final Love, February post, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t talk about my Mother. My Mom is my best friend. I talk to her every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Our relationship is complicated, but in an uncomplicated way which won’t make sense to anyone, but me. I love my Mom more than anything. I truly can’t imagine my world without her. I always tell her she is my soulmate.

She wasn’t a perfect Mom. There are definitely choices she made that had an emotionally detrimental effect on me and my brother, but when I stopped looking at her as just a Mom and started seeing her as a human being, I came to understand her. She did the best that she could with the circumstances she was in, which is what we all do. Her life hasn’t been easy and she also has to bear the effects of her decisions so why I should I hold it against her. The best thing for me to do is to be there for her and love her.

And I do. I love her so much. I’m a better person because I have her. She comforts me and laughs with me. She makes me feel less alone in this very lonely world. She is the Sophia to my Dorothy. The Lorelei to my Rory.

There would be no me without her.

Love,
February