Well, that's it in a nut shell really. I hate Mothers Day. I hate it being rammed down my throat on tv, radio, in the shops etc. It is a reminder that my mother is dead. I hate my mother btw. It reminds me of why I hate my mother. I try to push all of those feelings to the deepest darkest depths of my mind and my soul, but every year they bubble back up to the surface. I hate the fact that I have to smile sweetly for my DH mother and even for my own children whilst inside I want to punch and kick and scream my way through the day until I collapse into a blur of tears and snot. There, I said it, do I feel better for having said it? No, not really, but I still needed to say it anyway.