Better than my dad but not that great. She loves me, that I know.
I suppose if I ever had anything from her it would be that, so perhaps I should be shutting my mouth? Ha! I think not.
My mom has a mysterious tendency, for better or for worse (I can attest to at least the worse side on that one). She sneaks off to do something and doesn’t give a rat’s ass who’s left in her dust.
But on the other hand, she is a pure mother, much purer than my dad.
What is it with parents and the course we chart our lives? Their mental associative effect is draining.