For the first time in almost a year, and it feels strange to me.
My dad lives 45 mins away from me, and I’d rather drive the 16+ hours to go see my mom than I am the 45 min drive to my fathers.
I’m such a momma’s boy, that all I wanna do is go see her.
I hate that she lives in Virginia and I’m in Maine.
I love my dad, and we’ve obviously had our times, and don’t get me wrong, this time with him so far has been really good and I appreciate it, but the holidays always have me missing my mother
