My mom had a stroke on the 2nd, and I know it was my fault.

I’ve put her through so much stress over the past seven years that as horrible as it is to say, I’m surprised something like this didn’t happen sooner.

My mom’s dog Henry and my dog Olivvia (who were siblings and had been mine since the moment they were born), my aunt, and then my grandmother all passed last year — and I’m lucky enough to say it was my very first experience (then second, third, and fourth) with loss, grief, and death.

With my mom being the only one left, I’m now left to fend for myself completely on my own, and I never realized how comfortable I was and how good I had it until my mom was admitted to the hospital.

I have two children, but I’m realizing now just how much growing up *I* have to do… With no one to help me.

Guess that serves me right, huh?