And she could never give me an answer. And I realized that, you know, I had a problem on my hands.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
I knew I couldn't solve it. Because I couldn't figure out what made her drink when things were going well.
My mom obviously had a problem.
Nature can refuse to speak but she cannot give a wrong answer.
Women don't like advice. They don't want you to fix their problems, they just want you to listen.
When I go, if there's a tombstone it will say, She doesn't give in. She doesn't give up. And she never takes no for an answer.
I can't form a total picture of things. Because I'm not her.
She's probably in denial that she's a great big ball of insecurity and I'm quite well aware that I am one.
She can't even chew gum and walk in a straight line, let alone write a book.
My mom was a problem solver.