I don't remember a lot of my childhood as having fun. I was always cleaning, making meals, washing dishes, doing laundry, and watching the other kids. My mom would always find fault with anything I did and I ended up redoing until she was satisfied. I moved out when I was 18 and my life then began. When mom found out I was pregnant, she did not talk to me for 6 months, after the baby was born. While my son was smalll, she was very friendly. After my son andmoved to Miami for my job, she quit talking to me, only talking to my son. We moved back up north and she seldom talkd to me. My father just died November 29th and she called the other kids, but not me. I am finally in a spot where not talking to her doesn't bother me at all. My mom has her favorites, the other kids and grandkids. But as for me, we don't talk especially now that my dad has died. See he called every week to check on me. Mom won't cause I feel she doesn't care. |