Pipeman, go f--k off. You have no idea what my life experience has been with my mom, don't pretend that you're better than I am. My mom, like the closest people in my life, has brought me as much love as she has pain and her frequent anxiety attacks have left me scarred, having to grow up with them since I was a young girl, the same woman who has made me petrified of adult responsibilities and from whom I have taught to have a self-depricating self-image.
And despite all of her insecurities and flaws that I've definitely picked up from spending so much time around her, she is the first person I will tell any news good or bad, she will always hold me for an indefinite period of time when I'm lost and crying my contact lenses out, and she is so selfless in her times when she consoles me as I do her, as I've had to so many times before.
I feel that my mom is closer to me than my own skin and my soulmate, and it's because of that that we have that push/pull relationship, that we oddly trust each other enough to push each other to the limits...it's a sort of Martha/George relationship, and I'll be brokenhearted forever the day she dies. That's just how I love those deepest to me.
"GOD--WAS--WRONG!"--James Mason, Bigger Than Life
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