A Mothers love
Most of us grow up in a happy environment whether it be both parents or one. I grew up without my father, I remember very vividly holidays and birthdays without him. I can honestly say my mom never let me feel sad about his absence though, not until I got older anyway. Rebelling against her I was always reminded that she was my mom and dad and I should have more respect for her. Until I moved out I didn't know what responsibility really was, granted I've been working and buying for myself since I was fifteen. My mom has always been my backbone, I wasn't taught to be independent I had to learn that on my own. I always leaned on her to clean up the messes I made. Somewhere down the line my respect for an overbearing strict mother was lost. In its place grew disgust and eventually dislike. How do you dislike your parent so much, you don't even like looking at them? It truly bothers me the way that I feel about her, because love and hate can't share a home. I have ridi...