I am no longer funny.
I know. I know. I’m sorry. Gasp in disbelief. Scream in horror. Tear out your hair, rend your clothes, gnash your teeth. Make an appointment with your shrink. I just don’t have it any more.
Overreacting, you say? Just looking for attention, you think? No. I apologize. It’s true. I have proof.
My mom told me so.
You know…my mom. The one who is supposed to stand beside me when the whole world turns against me. The one who is supposed to love me when I am unlovable. The one who thinks I’m cute when she’s the one who birthed my butt-ugly face. That mom.
When your mom turns against you, it’s undeniable truth.
(*Dedicated to my mom.)