Mothers

I write this for my limited viewers probably more specifically for my mother. You see she was very offended by the previous post. She feels as if I exclude her in thought and include her in process so people do not know the whole story. I love my mother because she has given me life and she accepts me but, yes I am sorry there is a but, I do not have the love of a daughter for a mother like I think she wants me to have. I care deeply for her as a person and have respect for her as I think I should.

I left my mothers physical care at the age of seven. This is an image as in some movie that will never leave my mind. There is no blame for thirty years ago, there is no hate. I struggled for a few years to return to no avail. When I did return (10 years later) it was with reluctance and I was beyond the age of reasoning and angry. I spent a year trying to leave. The timing has always been bad but I believe things happen for a reason so I harbor no resentment. Though I can not just conjur up feelings that do not exist and I feel bad.

When I talk about family and they it general does exclude my biological mother. Though she makes me shake my head and sometimes laugh I don't think of her any less.