You are my inspiration, my rock, my best friend. You are kind and caring and determined. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you as my mom. You’ve been through so much shit, so much that you don’t deserve, and I’m so proud of the way you still keep standing back up again after being pushed down. These last few weeks especially have been a whirlwind, with dad maybe in the hospital- maybe at his “not” girlfriends place and you finally, after 10 years, have started the divorce process. I know it’s scary, you have ptsd, anxiety, and health problems but you’re finally doing it! I know you’ve been trying all this time but you’ve always been too afraid to go through with it. You have an amazing support system in place. People who will be by your side no matter what. The team might not be that big, but we make up for it love. You’ve had too many “friends” turn against you over the years. You don’t need them. You have us. I’m just, so proud to call you my mom and you’re going to fight this fight and win because we’re all in your corner cheering you on.

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