I got a text from my mom on my birthday. The one text I get a year for getting another year older. A pointless message. “Happy Birthday!” as if it should mean something. You don’t know me anymore. It’s been a decade since we’ve had any sort of relationship, so I wish you would just let it go.
I remember the first couple of years when you still texted me every holiday and somewhat checked in. As the years passed, it dwindled down to either Christmas or my birthday. I guess those are the last two important ones. I wish you would just stop.
I don’t like being reminded that my mother is no longer in my life. Maybe you send the message because it makes you feel better, as if you can still have some sort of influence in my life. But me, on the receiving end, I wish you would just let me go.
Maybe we share the same blood, of course. The same hair color and complexion. But we don’t share life anymore. You’re not a part of mine, and neither am I a part of yours.
I don’t need the “Happy Birthday” for you to still seem like a good mother to me. It’s been a decade. So please, let’s let go of what we think we should be and just exist within what is, which is nothing.
We are nothing to each other now, and that’s okay. I don’t hate you… I just don’t want anything to do with you anymore.