it just occurred to me...

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That I've gone longer without my mother than with her.

See, she up and abandoned me when I was 12 (1985) and she died in 1994 when I was 22. I'm 35 now. That's 13 years after her death so I've gone longer without her than I lived with her from birth to 12 years old.

How do you feel about that?

better off without her.

Sometimes I wished my mom killed herself in the 90's back when she was horribly depressed. I think the whole family would've been better off. I know that's a horrible thing to say, but she's hopelessly selfish.

what's the matter? No one wants to hear how much I hate my mother?

Most people had different experiences with their mothers, I had a great mom, who was always
there for me, so I feel bad when I hear how bad some members had it growing up.

^Yeah. What he said.

^
Yep

I am sorry you had such a bad experience with your mother abandoning you. I am fortunate that my mother is great (though at times still overbearing) and my mother in law probably has narcissistic personality disorder.. so she hasn't been much of a mother to my husband and to my brother in law. My husband dropped out of a university a while back (he went to another one that was considered not as prestigious as the one he had dropped out of) and it embarrassed her.. so she continued lying to others that he was still going to that particular university! Anything for image! What a b***h... I try my best to be a good mom to my kids, but I am sure down the road I am going to mess up something. But one thing I would never do is, abandon my kids, and definitely lie about them to others no matter what happens...

My parents are both simple country folk, and it saddens me because they weren't prepared to have a kid like me. However, they were great parents, I love them very much, and I make a much better adult than I did a child and we still get along, so there's always that.

When I was younger my mom would threaten us kids in really bad ways, like: "I hope you kids get abducted" or "go play in traffic." She would coerce us by yelling insults like, "you f*****g little bastards are ret*ds just like your father," --the parents of my friends liked hearing that when I was seven (because I would parrot everything.) Oddly enough, my mom comes from a pretty well-off family, not white-trash, or so you'd think from these musings about my childhood. She's your typical person who's afraid to live their own life, and tries to do what society says, IMO.