I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I adored my mom. I thought she was the best. I loved her very much.
I adored my mother. I absolutely adored her and admired her.
She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.
I always loved my mother, felt loved, but she was judgmental. Her father in Ireland didn't approve of women generally, and she took on his values. She believed her own mother was foolish.
I loved my mother and father.
I loved that about her because I knew it would open the door for a lot of comedy, because I knew that the conflict would come, because not many people live like the way she does.
I can't think I've ever loved anybody quite as much... My mother was my life, really; she was my entire world.
I loved my mother, but I don't like her.
I can't say I ever loved my mother; I admired her.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.