Some Thoughts on the Month of May

I hate the month of May: I just want everyone to know that.
I really hate Mother's Day: I spent nineteen years listening to my mother tell me having me was the biggest mistake she ever made, that I was a mistake, that I never should have been born.
Do these stupid advertisers have any idea how triggering their stupid Mother's Day campaigns are? Do they give a flying FUCK how much this Mother's Day crap torments those of us from abusive backgrounds?
I am going to be in absolute unmitigated misery on 13 May---the anniversary of the loss of my cats AND Mother's Day. Great. I'll be spending that day with demons doing obscene gyrations on the dancefloor of my soul: tormenting images of the stupid inferior collar on my cat Frankenstein's leash snapping, me screaming hysterically while some fat construction workers mocked my pain, while Franky dashed into the construction site where I know she was buried alive.
13 May I'll be posting a memoriam for all my loved and lost animal companions, and naming those responsible for their losses.