You're on your own, kid
Waking up alone in my mommy's hospital bed made me realize that I'll be on my own if she doesn't come out safe from the operating room. Half of my being hoped for the best, and I trusted that. The other half of me knew she wasn't going to make it. And she didn't. I was 17 at that time. Young but stubborn as hell. I was a pain in the ass. I actually gave my mommy a hard time. Did I regret it? Yes. Did I eventually forgive myself? Yes. Now that I'm 25, I get used to being alone all the time. I was alone when a lot of bad stuff happened to me, and surprisingly, I managed to survive. Yes, a little bit of wounds and scratches here and there, but I turned out okay. Being on your own is not that bad. You get to learn how to do "adulting" (budgeting, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so on). You'll be responsible for your own mental and physical health. And it made sense why I had gone through all of it. My experiences made me stronger. I realized that all ...