Another uneventful but cold day in the ultra-exciting urban centre that is Elmvale. Today's highlights include fried potatoes for supper and another blow out fight with my mother.
I don't understand why my mother affects me the way she does, why she has a need to make me feel bad about myself. Our relationship has never been easy, and I had really hoped that after being away at school for 3 months, things would be different between us. If anything it's worse, and I'm wondering how I'll make it through the month.
Through conversation with a friend, I've discovered that most of my negative images of myself come from my mother and things that she's said to me. I don't know what that means, but it scares me.
My mother is a wonderful woman, she really is. I love and admire her, I just can't get along with her. And believe me, I do try.
"maybe I'm just like my mother she's never satisfied why do we scream at each other? this is what it sounds like when doves cry"