My mom

I don’t like my mom anymore. Again. I want to, I wish I could, I try but I am always on guard, always ready for the next argument, always waiting for her to say something hurtful, to complain, to be ‘right’, to always always be right. It’s just the same thing, over and over. Groundmom Day. 

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