Role Playing with My Dead Mother - v. personal thinky thoughts on the woman that brought me into existence.
A bit of Delayed Grief and Gratification Meant to post this up last month on her birthday but November was a deep abyssal depression that I am still in some respects, trying to scrape off of me as I climb out of it. She would have turned 72 this year, were she still in the land of the living. This is not really a lit post though if I can salvage the MSG from poor Xanadu’s hard drive, this will pro’lly wind up slipped in there … somewhere. If. If If If. So many possibilities for failure….like in a proper tabletop RPG. This gets hella personal so if that is also not your jam, maybe stop reading here. Thanks! CW growing up in an abusive household, light discussion of sexual issues, mental health issues, socially inappropriate musings on one's progenitors, tabletop RPGs TW Dead Parents About my dead mother ... I am pretty sure at this point that my mother started the Game of Life with the same character package I did, with just a few critical differenc...