(sorry hit enter a little early)
So, I looked at my cell phone today, and I had a voicemail from my mother.
I called my voicemail and listened to it:
"Hi Richie, this is your mother, just wanted to say I hope you're doing ok, and I love you. Um I guess that's it."
Well, for some reason, those few words hit some emotional cord in me. I just started bawling, right there in my car. My big, gangster, tattoed, pierced, bald self just sitting in my car crying.
I wasn't happy to hear from her, I was more angry that she dare try and rear her head in my life after this long. Its been months you know.
And I'm just confused. Part of me wants to call her and cuss her out. Part of me wants to drive straight to my parents house and hug her.
But I can't do either. I feel like I've got to just remain seperate. Avoid the situation.
I'm confused.