love you mom


These are the words on the little box of chocolates sitting in front of me.

I bought the box of chocolates at Shoppers before realizing 1) it was Mother's Day chocolate and 2) it said

love you
mom
je t'aime

on it. 

I felt awkward buying it. I was probably acting frazzled at the checkout, but I couldn't stop feeling like a fraud because I don't celebrate Mother's Day and I don't love my Mom, and I felt like the very nice cashier knew I was going to come home and put the box on my desk and

stare at it

thinking about those words.

It's been a long time since I've said, or thought, or felt those things, which is okay. It's a weight off my shoulders, but being able to rationalize it and feel good about it doesn't make it less weird. 

Especially when there's a day once a year dedicated to how amazing and caring and great Moms are.

Mother's Day is hard because it highlights all the things my mom isn't, and that our relationship will never be. We're not bffs, and I don't confide in her, or spend time with her, or buy her cute little pink boxes of chocolate that say

love you
mom
je t'aime

on them.

Quite the opposite.

Standing there holding that small, unassuming box of chocolates brought back uncomfortable memories. Scenes from childhood that I'd rather forget. Betrayals and let-downs. Things that can't be taken back. 

Words and actions that gaslit my reality the point where I doubted my own perceptions of what was going on around me. That made me feel stupid, and worthless, and small. That told me I was a bad person who didn't deserve to be happy, or loved, or successful.

I felt awkward holding something that expressed a sentiment I didn't feel about someone who made me feel horrible on purpose for so long. 

It made my cheeks burn and my heart pound.

It burned a hole in my backpack while I shopped for fruit at DeLuca's and I after I got home I unpacked my groceries and sat and stared at it for a long while.

Then I thought about how far I've come in spite of her

and I ate the damn chocolates.

They were delicious.