[photo credit: flickr user George Chelebiev] Whenever you see your mother, she belittles you, emotionally abuses you, treats you like a peasant, and demands to be fawned over like a queen. After you spend time with her, whether in person or on the phone or even reading an email from her, you feel very, very tiny and insignificant.
You hurt inside, where no one can see. You are invisibly cut and scarred again and again.
You can hardly remember more than a handful of times (if that) when you enjoyed your mother’s company. You can’t even really recall feeling nurtured or loved unconditionally.
Yet you have spent your entire life trying to find the mythical and magical key that will open her heart to you and unleash the maternal love you’ve always longed for.
Deep in your heart, you suspect that there is no key. It’s not your fault; it’s…
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