Because finally, finally , someone was doing what I couldn’t.
Someday you’ll read this. Or you won’t. But if you do: I’m sorry. mommy loves your bullies
Because I love the boy you are becoming. And that boy? He has your bullies to thank. Because finally, finally , someone was doing what
But I am not sorry they exist.
I held you. I rubbed your back. I said all the right things: “They’re insecure.” “It’s not about you.” “Walk away.” mommy loves your bullies
— Mom Comments are disabled. I know how this sounds.