Mother's Day...a day that is meant to celebrate how much your appreciated for doing what we do all year because lets face it...a lot of us don't get the recognition the other 364 days of the year. For the past 13 years, I can't remember a mother's day that my significant other (past and present..as this is my 2nd marrige) I actually felt loved. That I smiled and had a wonderful day that all of the other mother's that I see having. I know that it isn't about gifts...because the gift I love most are my 3 children...but they aren't the ones that ruin the day. This year, like the past 13, I've been made to feel less than (which I guess is really no different than any other day) I was hollered at in front of my daughter, and called names....all because while pulling into a store, my husband completely embarassed me by screaming "fuck these people" and revving his truck up multiple times and it drew so much attention that I didn't want to get out of the truck. I literally ugly cried today...and was so heartbroken and worked up that I took a 3 hour nap. Just to get up and be told that If I didn't "pick my face up" that my stuff (meaning house valuables) would be destroyed and have an actual reason to look down. I've settled and accepted that this is how the rest of my life will be. Until 1 of us dies anyway. I hate that it's this way, but oh well. I just wanted to vent since I can't on my social media. EVERYONE there likes happy, sunshine posts....I can be myself here and hid behind the anonymity.