Sometimes, I was your mother.
My exah was extremely controlling, passive-agressive, and manipulative. He also made enough money, was the machismo alpha-male type A personality, which led to me letting him get away with it.
The daily rage I had within me was why I sometimes was your mother.
She was in a lot of pain if she was anything like me.
I have had a few good lengthy conversations with my daughter. Things have much improved. She's a young adult now.
One question that she asked jumped out at me: Why did you put up with someone who made you feel so bad about yourself?
I never realized that she even knew he was the cause of that. Heck, I never even placed the blame of why I felt that way about myself on him.
I answered: I loved him deeply!
She apparently didn't realize that!
We both were silent, quite a moment of pause, staring at each other.
By seeing each other's point of view, both our eyes were opened.
