i am finally realizing what an abusive mother i had all the years.
i had a small prayer book for sabbath candles from israel from my only child, my daughter and she i believe either threw it away or gave it away to someone she wants instead of me.
this has all happened before. my favorite gym pants she gave away and whatever else she notices i really like amoung my stuff.
when i came home from chemotherapy all whacked from treatment she used to scream at me and call me names on top of her lungs.
she doesn’t care if i live or die so why should i love her?
Love is a personal thing. I’ve gone thru periods where I didn’t love my mom because of things she did to me. At one point I stopped talking to her for close to a year. Love is up for you to decide, it’s not a given