Today is the first time in my life since I could talk and remember things that I have not wished my mother a “happy birthday.”
Every time I start thinking about her, I remind myself that this was HER decision. That SHE decided she never wanted anything to do with me, again.
Sometimes it still…
Don’t feel bad. I didn’t talk to my mom on HER birthday a couple days ago. My father always told me, “Beware the Ides of March.” At least we have awesome friends who we’ve adopted as family. I love you.
Well, it comes from a LONG line of amazing beard. My father can literally WISH for a beard and it POOFS out. It’s wild. I always told him, he’d be an amazing Santa if he took the initiative. My grandfather was a badass and never had a beard, but that was due to the fact that he didn’t want one. He never shaved, the beard just KNEW not to grow. Yes, we Zills come from a long line of amazing, yet obedient beards. I’m working on having the largest/longest Zills beard of all time.