We Are Broken

On a plane headed back to LA with Missa. We caught a plane out to Oregon this morning to pack up Mom and Serena's clothes and possessions and then we booked a delivery company to come collect them and see them on their way. We also had to pack up our own rooms because it's highly unlikely we'll ever go back into that house.

Mom and Serena aren't going back. Mom is still in shock over the entire situation and wasn't sure that she could leave him. Missa and I were in tears when she said that and we literally BEGGED her not to go back to him. She cried and said she didn't know how she was going to manage, but said she'd 'do whatever it is that my girls need me to do' and I know she will because she never lets us down.

It kills me to see her so depressed. She is adamant that she will start looking at apartments as soon as she is up to it, but Joel and I have told her that she needs to take her time and that we're more than happy to have her and Serena with us, and we are. Joel has been incredible throughout this ordeal and is brilliant with Serena. She calls him her Barbie Joel.

Mom and I had a one-to-one chat yesterday. She will never know how much she inspires me. I can only hope that my kids will love me as much as Missa, Serena and I love her. We cried so hard. I was sure I'd never stop. When Missa, Joel and Serena came back we quickly made ourselves presentable and had a cuddle.

Just as I was leaving she called me back. "Lynxy... I wanted to tell you that... well, this is your home and I don't want you and Joel to limit what you do because Serena and I are here. You know what I mean?"

I knew exactly what she meant. I had to smile. I said, "Joel will be pleased to hear so."

She gasped and covered her mouth... but she had to smile too.