I was blessed with a very good mother. Worked hard to take care of me and my two brothers. Never had high-paying jobs so I know it was hard. But she and my dad did it somehow. And I am thankful.
I had a good mom too. She did everything for us kids. Everything but protect us from a raging, abusive father. She was afraid of him. Of what he would do if she took us and ran away. She was afraid that he would hunt us down and kill us all. He was trained in hunting people down in the Army. That was his job. Yes, it was a miserable childhood.
I have a so so relationship with my mother. She worked a lot. She may have been in love with the man who hurt me when I was kid. She claims I was never abused. She let my brother physically and emotionally abuse me. He is her favorite. She thought about having an abortion while pregnant with me. Then she drank and did drugs while still pregnant with me. I love her very much but we’re not on speaking terms right now
I know my dad loves me but he and my mom think I should leave Kay. They said if we get married they won’t go to the wedding.
I have some good memories of my mom. When my 17th birthday came around my cat angel died. She took me to build a bear where I got my teddy bear Happy. Then to TGI Fridays where they sang happy birthday to me
We have a restaurant like that too they put a sombrero on your head then after they’re done singing they shove whip cream in your face. It’s fun. Awesome tequitos and chicken quesadilla
My mom wasn’t around much growing up until around 6 years old. I was raised by both sets of my grandparents until 6. Mom and dad were both then very loving parents and raised us with comfort of knowing we were cared for deeply. like my dad getting me a banjo on my thirteenth birthday. stuff like that…we were happy…then my parents divorced…my mom remarried and so did my dad…my step dad always treated me like his own son and I miss him dearly…me and my mother now are very very close…she helps me financially and I am so grateful. I love my mother.
Mine was mentally ill. Bipolar or manic depressive as they used to call it. She let my great-grandparents raise me until I was 14. Then kicked me out of her house when I was 15. Our relationship was turbulent. I loved her but hated her, too. She tried to be a good grandma to my kids. She was emotionally manipulative and hated that I never fell for her guilt trips. She said I was too independent. But she was very codependent so anyone that did their own thing was weird to her. I never needed a man nor ran after them like she did. She just had to have a man and gave me up so she could follow one. I wasn’t important enough.
my Mom had undiagnosed schizophrenia while I was growing up. It was painful. I have schizoaffective now. She would do hurtful things and say when I grew up I would understand but I still don’t.
My mother was a very empathetic person who truly felt for ‘the other half’
Yet she had this airy-fairy interest in witchcraft and often suggested things which I thought were utterly ridiculous
Later in my life I took notice of the peculiar sciences she did; not realizing we were on the same page
Oddly, within twenty four hours of her passing from cancer I was able to make even more sense of things concerning metaphysics than what I was slowly being introduced in prior years.
My mom is a very caring kind person. She is sensitive. She’s smarter than she seems sometimes. She’s kinda a ditzy blonde to the max she seems. She was a rockette for 5 years and got a masters degree and became a dance therapist. She grew up in Arthur Avenue in the Bronx.
She knew her real father but was raised by a different father. She’s older (71 years old) although. she looks younger she only found out her real father recently.
My mom is pretty conservative. Although she tries to be open minded. She watches Fox News and seems brainwashed to me but not as bad as my dad.