Mother's Day

I've been dreading it for a while, now. Well it's that time of year, and so every time I go to the grocery store and see all the cards and little gift bags, I feel like I've come this close to losing my ever-living-mind. I recall my first car crash - in an instant, watching the car in front of me get closer and closer, slamming the breaks even though I know they won't be enough, and thinking "this is going to hurt". It feels that way again, only slow this time, frame-by-frame. I'll buy her a card this year, and maybe a box of chocolates, and I'll lay them by her grave, regretting all the horrible things that she loved me in spite of.