14th.

So I made it through the worst part of Mother's Day without vomiting or accidentally punching anyone in the face.

I hate Mother's Day.
I hate even just saying 'happy Mother's Day' and having to smile as if I geninely mean it. I hate having to hug her, she still feels like a stranger even after nine years.

As far as I'm concerned, she has been far from a Mother to me or my sister. So basically, today is just one lie after another:

'Happy Mother's Day'
'I hope you like your presents'
'I'd love to make you tea'
'I hope you don't accidentally inhale it and choke to death'

It's all bullshit anyway. Most of these holidays are; Valentines Day, Mother's/Father's Day, Christmas. All commercialised, all skin deep.

Today is just another painful reality check. Not just for me, but for my Nan especially. She lives in Stockton-on-Tees, near Birmingham. We see her once a year, but I'd like to see her more.

Basically, her daughter died of breast cancer, and then a year later her son died of a heart attack. So I call her alot whenever I have the chance, and I send her letters. I can't imagine what she must go through today.

So for some of us Mother's Day is a pleasant reminder of how much we love and appreciate our Mums. For others it's just a slap in the face.

Aaahh depressing blog sorry!
On the bright side, yesterday I got Sara the most awesome T-Shirt ever.
And in 45 minutes I'm going to see 'Alice in Wonderland'

With my Stepmum, but you can't win them all ;)