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Originally Posted by dungeonsandlizards
Yes. And I'm thankful that my husband and my kids love me. it's just saddening when I see mothers who show affection to their daughters.
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How true for those of us who had mothers unable to love us. I feel almost jealous when I witness loving mother/child interactions. For example, years ago I had a woman friend who was about my mother's age. For some reason we got to talking one time about the hippy movement one. My friend said, "I love hippies because they remind me of my own children. All of them were hippies."
I was stunned. My mother hated hippies and blamed them for every single thing that was or is wrong with the country. "Its all because of you hippies," she'd say, glaring at me. My mother was extremely hateful. She was very prejudiced against African Americans, and would freely use the n-word to describe them. She hated Jews, as well. She hated her neighbors, and once when she was in her 80's she got into a physical confrontation with the nice elderly lady who was her next door neighbor. The woman had dared to come over and ring the doorbell with a plate of Christmas cookies in her hands.
