Okaii, so I don't normally say much about missing my mum (Mumzy, as I like to call her) so I will try not to get to mushy and.....drag on about anything to much.
Basically my feelings towards her have been mixed for a long time. When I was 14 she buggered off and left me and my brother (16) with our dog Ben, to go and meet up with some bloke in New Zealand who she had been 'chatting' to online for....well I dunno how long but yeah, she ditched us for 6 months, and not for the first time. (wonderful right!) But she left us her bank card and left me in charge of the money since my brother would spend it on weed and games.
Now at the time I thought something along the lines of OMG HELP ME I HAVE NO IDEA WTF I AM DOING!? but you know what?
Them 6 months were absolutely amazing, I 'cancelled' school and spent my days writing or learning through online studies. Every night was take out night, for the dog as well. And since shopping for food wasn't normally my routine we ended up living off junk food from a convenience van that drove up the street about 8pm every night.
Weekends would be spent with filthy waterfalls and buckets and a smoke boxed living room whilst watching my brother and his few friends thrash it out on Call of Duty or Fifa, and we were kind enough to the neighbors to have the music down by 11.
So where does my mum fit into this blog of missing someone?!
Well. Having met Del in New Zealand 9 or 10 years ago now she is still out there with him enjoying life more than she ever could here in rainy-old-England and I had the chance to go and live that life too, (only crappy decisions on my part brought me back.)
She talks to me almost everyday through Facebook (the only reason for having the damned thing) and when she calls it's always a gift to hear her voice. It's the little things I tend to miss most, like watching anime's together or walking the dog through the woods chatting away about anything and everything.
I used to love shopping with her, as I got older and on holiday in NZ one time, we went into a sex shop and the size of this dildo we seen was fucking amazing! so as anyone would with a... big.... floppy... rubber dildo....we had a bit of a giggle fighting with one another and making obscene jokes and had to leave the shop.
I don't think too often of the times we had together, but rather of the times we shall meet again. Mostly because looking back makes me realize how much I do actually miss her.
I hope she is having a good time at the moment. My nan (the lucky old crone) has popped over there to get away from the British winter from November-March!
