Why do you hate your mom?
 

Why? Just let the tears come and tell me.

It's okay. You're in a safe place.

Because her default setting with these walls is aggressive.
Her default setting outside is hail-fellow-well-met.

My mother is very, very, very phoney.

you could even say she was FAKE.

FAKE.

How does a person become fake?

Fake Bake?

Because I could never please her, no matter how hard I tried. She was hyper-critical and I never once in my entire life ever heard her say that she had been wrong about something or make an apology. She loved the family dog more than she did me, and that's the truth. When I was a kid and had to be picked up somewhere, she'd forget about me or arrive 2 hours late. I can remember being 5 years old and coming home from kindergarten to a locked up apartment. I had to wait so long for her to finally come back and let me in that I wet my pants.

And that's just for starters...

*HUGS* to everyone with a crappy mother. Mine had issues but she did the best she could with what she had and what she knew.
There were times when she didn't speak to me for months because I disagreed with her on something. And this was while we lived in the same apartment.

Paging Dr Freud. Dr Freud, please pick up the white courtesy phone.
















;)

I love my mom. Shes a great woman.

Solid as a rock, and just as zany as me. I think I will buy her a ridiculously expensive christmas gift.

My mom reads the Cellar so I can't dish on her

My mom is the awesome. THE awesome.

unanswered questions , she died in 96 so i guess i'll never know ,

Same year mine died. March 4th. We donated her body to medical school. She always wanted to be a doctor. :-)

Honestly I don't know what I'll do without mum when the time comes. She's been my rock, my guide, my teacher and best friend all my life. She's witty and clever and warm as sunshine.

I don't hate my mom at all, but she does have this habit of licking her fingers and then touching the food she's preparing for others. I think she feels like she's cleaning her finger by licking them. Or maybe it's a ploy to get me to shoo her out of the kitchen and take over.

I never realized what amazing parents I had until the shit hit the fan.
I always felt like the forgotten one. I realize now that was my fault, not theirs.

I have been blessed with great parents who supported me in ways I couldn't understand at the time. When needed, really needed, they stepped in and offered guidance, support, whatever they could. Thanks M & D.