I'll expound later, but I just need to get these few words out so I can focus on what I need to do and not let the anger build up, as I am prone to do:
I can make my mother cry, but you can't.
Except I don't even like to be responsible for it. I know sometimes I can be a rotten offspring, but at the end of the day my mother's as close to me as one of my arms, or my feet. She and I have our differences- sometimes explosively so because we are so similar- but I absolutely hate when she hurts. I know she usually shields hurt from me for a variety of reasons, whether she doesn't think I, as her daughter, should have to deal with her pains, or because she's trying to protect me from something. In some instances, I feel like I should be the one she talks to if for no other reason than I've been around the longest (obviously with exception to her best friends from before I was born), and I've been through a lot with her. In other words: I get it. And maybe when I was younger I wouldn't have quite possessed the capacity to deal with it, but I do now.
Anyway, I'll expound more later.
Friday, May 21, 2010
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