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I am truly blessed

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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Jul. 14th, 2013 04:24 am (UTC)
You are blessed and you are very lucky. I used to have a pretty good relationship with my mother, but she is subsumed by grief. It's heartbreaking to watch it and now it's just... she's a shell. The best thing that I can do for her and myself is to walk away. At 32 I know that I love my mother, but I love myself more.

I envy you but I am also glad that there are really wonderful mothers out there, that they exist and that mother/daughter bond can be complicated, but wonderful.

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