I know you’re supposed to appreciate your parents, especially as I’ve already lost one. But my mother is just the worst sometimes, there’s such a disconnect & she berates me for nothing. My sister says she’s super calm when I’m not around and then gets uptight when I visit.
Bet there’s some Freudian explanation about how we’re fighting for the dominant female place, or she never got over my horrifying adolescent attitude.
This is why I got along with my dad perfectly. He understood me- he was me.