The HARDEST role a woman can ever play in life is that of MOTHER.

I KNOW. I know.

My own Mum (God Rest Her Soul x) never took responsibility for her own actions. She was more worried about THEM out there and what they might think of her. It’s OK. I’ve no anger left.

My own children have spewed so much pain and anger and hatred on me. And I have let them do it. Why?

They had their own lives away from me. At school, with friends etc. Shit happened that I had NO connection with.

And they needed to vent their pain. They could’ve done it to a stranger in the street with a knife or a gun. They could’ve buried it in drugs. They never did.

They VENTED on ME.

So much bile and bitterness and anger and blame.

But I am their mother.

I’d rather they got a good verbal assault from me than a knife in the back from some complete rando.

The Curse of the Mummy.

Life is BOTH Tragic and Comic :o)