Permanent
You know when we got those matching tattoos? It was a surprise, and beforehand I told you to keep the day free for me. You didnt seem happy about what I'd planned, but got it done anyway. Maybe that wasn't the best idea I've had, to push someone into getting something to represent me, as if you'd be interested in it. You got my name, and then you left when it was my turn to get it done. I was sat there, alone (other than the artist) and felt like a fool. I was getting your name tattooed on me and it felt wrong. When you left, it upset me, and I've never let it go. The reason I wanted to get the matching tattoo in the first place was because the previous year, on Christmas Eve, I cried my eyes out thinking that you didn't care about me anymore. This was after seeing that you'd got a matching tattoo with someone else and I was heartbroken. That was the year you broke up with your ex-husband and was high on freedom, getting tattoos, drinking and partying - I felt left out, unimportant. I pretended I was happy for you, but really I was jealous of your friends because they got to be close to you, to hug you, to get tattoos with you. I felt betrayed, and that feeling has always sat in the corner of my heart. I wish I knew how to let it go, but you're my mam and you'll always be a part of me, written on my skin, ever-lasting, permanent.
