Yeah. I got cussed out on Mother's Day. And, I'm not even somebody's mama. I know that I will never hear the truth about what happened to Poodah while it was in the possession of my birth mom when I was in the hospital. I have a cousin who felt the need to use the pretense of checking on me while I was recovering to constantly remind me how messed up my car was. Well, I finally saw my mom on the day before Mother's Day. I asked her about what my cousin had to say. She, of course, got upset at the text he sent me. I have a feeling that she did speak to him that same day and they got into it. His response was to text me in the morning and tell me how he hopes I die the next time I end up in the hospital. Oh well.
