Over the years, things got so bad between my mother and I, we stopped talking to each other and started communicating by putting Ann Landers articles on the refrigerator.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I made a very slatternly mother, notably unkeen on housework, unaware that homes need to be cleaned now and then, and too often to be found with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other.
My mom and I have always had issues.
I've been my mom's kitchen helper since I was a little kid.
My mother had to stop me reading to make me go and get some fresh air. I used to get so annoyed. She actually had to sit on my book because, otherwise, I would find it.
I used to get into bed with my mother every morning, almost until she died, and talk about everything. She was my closest confidante always. I had no secrets from her.
My mom has gone out of her way in her personal life. She's been with me on the road. She's had to deal with people giving her the 'that's the mom' and arguing. Just little things as a businesswoman.
My mom was a problem solver.
My mother was predominately a stay-at-home mom.
I romanticized domesticity for a while, and loved having a shopping list of groceries stuck to the fridge for the first time.
My mother and I always had full adult communication.