Me and my Mom

My mother has, for the most part, "tried her best" to be a good mother. And, for the most part, she has.

She has a very big issue with fueling the flames, so to speak.

She is sneaky. She signed me up for "therapy" when I was a teenager which turned out to be an outpatient drug rehab place. Not only could I not relate to those kids, but I was tricked and manipulated.

She loves to instigate things especially between myself and my Dad. Which just makes everything worse.

The other day, she swore up and down she never knew my dad was physically assaulting me during my teenage years. I don't believe that whatsoever. She knew. She's just ashamed she let it occur.

Her answer to any issue I've had has mainly been "God this, Jesus that, etc.". God, if he exists, abandoned my soul long ago. I just don't want to hear about him.

I love my mother but I have to be very careful what I say around her.

But, for all her faults, I know she loves me to death and I love her.