Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.
I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It’s not the best way to live. But it’s the way I am.
She just needs someone who can accept her flaws, deal with her annoying habits, and love her silly quirks.
To be honest I just want someone who doesn’t pass through my life. I want someone to stick with me through shit, i want people to say “wow they are still together.” I don’t want people to come and go, I want the same person forever. This probably explains why I never let go of my past.