I hate it all, I hate what today is, what it means.
Every year I tried to make her proud of me and every Mother's Day she hurt me really bad.
My youngest 2 tried really hard this morning, my daughter even got me a new frame for my photo with me and my granny in, they replaced the key rings that were lost when my oldest son threw my keys away in a fit of anger.
My oldest came down the stairs grunted happy Mother's Day, your card is at my girlfriends and I owe you something when I get my bursary.
I don't want a fuss, I hate all the present giving, it scares me.
My youngest 2 have gone into town to pick up a balloon for me and I've fell apart, this is to hard.
This is probably the last Mother's Day they will have with me and I'm trying to smile through the tears but I just want to curl up in a ball and be left alone.