He is my brother and I love him, but I will not miss him at Thanksgiving or Christmas. I hope he can get himself clean for his kids, but will not subject mine to his behavior.
Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Holiday Hell Avoided
He is my brother and I love him, but I will not miss him at Thanksgiving or Christmas. I hope he can get himself clean for his kids, but will not subject mine to his behavior.
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