Watching Life Go By As a Depressed Mother

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My daughter wanted me by her side every moment of her free time.

We were thr best of friends…so I thought.

She was proud of all the things I’ve went through in life because I did it being a depressed person…that was then.

We had each others backs and were each others biggest cheerleaders…when did it change?

When she got engaged and no longer saw me through the eyes of a daughter. She started seeing me as her new fiancee was seeing me too. Her disgust had to prove, she would never end up like me. Her disapproval had to show how far from normal I was and nothing she herself could ever be like.

Her prince came into her life as I always prayed would happen. Someone dashing and worthwhile because she deserved the best.

And me? I became the troll kept hidden beneath the bridge. Too gruesome to go near.

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