PAIN

Sometimes, the one person who's suppose to give you solace and love unconditionally, is the same person who hurts you so deeply. It's as though they know where to hit you the hardest.

I have had a very tumultuous relationship with my mother, all my life. We never really understood each other and I have always leaned to my father when I wanted something. (My father and I aren't the best of friends, now,but that's a whole book, maybe another time). My mother has this tendency to tell you every negative thing about you, never gives a compliment or commends the efforts you are making in life. Some days it buries me into depression and other times I use it as fuel to make me better.

I love my mother. It hurts more when she brings me down; I have had numerous emotional break downs in my life and a great deal of emotional scars.

I didn't really want a daughter because I believed that our relationship would have been the same and I figured having a son would be better, since my mother bonds with her sons a lot better. I have had wonderful relationships with most of my friends' mothers, one was like my mother in more ways than my own. And to her and her children, I say thank you for taking me in.

Anyway, to those who have lost their mothers, I could only imagine the void in your lives, especially if she was your friend. To those of us who are blessed to have our mothers around, appreciLove and take the good with the bad.

Have a good one.

Be Blessed!