While reading an article last week about a woman whose mother had been murdered. I copied out this one line, because I wanted to write about it. "Sometimes when I'm feeling blue, I wish I could call my mother up
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my parents played "good cop, bad cop". Dad was the hard disciplinarian and mom was the easy going one. She really didn't parent and Dad certainly didn't parent. He was brought up with 8 siblings and had to work for survival of the family (although he treated his mother like a Queen and my mother like Shit.) My mother, on the other hand, was a depressed, repressed soul on this planet. She got no respect from her parents and her husband. I feel bad for my mother. Her life was not a picnic, at all. But I could always go to my mom for comfort, solace and love when I needed it. She was there for me, and I am so sorry you don't have that. Now that my mom is getting further and further away from us with her dementia, I feel a little lost without her. But you have loving friends! (I also know it's not the same, but it's there) hugs.
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