A lot of my friends really seem to have complicated relationships with their moms.
I'm not ashamed to admit this is foreign to me.
My mom and I have a great relationship. I'm not going to go into detail, but it's the kind of one where I can live on her couch in what is technically a bachelor suite (her bedroom has no door) for a year and we haven't killed each other. So far. I hope it keeps going.
I'm not saying that this year hasn't been easy. A lot of it has to do with my head-space; I'm really not happy being nearly 30 (oh, let's just say 30...6 weeks is a fucking technicality at this point), under employed, massively in debt, and living with my mom. In REALLY close quarters. We've snipped and bitched at one another, but it's come out clean and I am grateful for that.
I really do feel blessed to have that relationship. Where we read each other's minds and have sixteen million inside jokes. And I don't take it for granted; I'm terrified of the thought of not having my mom around. It's why I nag on her to take her pills, and we're going to the gym and stuff.
I <3 my mom. And I am happy that she is my mom.
Now...my relationship with my dad...yeah. Let's not.
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