I love my mom, once she brought me weed coz i asked her. She even bought me a hookah for me 15 or 16 birthday, i don`t remember. She is a good person, a little hysterical at times but we all have our moments
She's pretty cool. I'm closer to her because she's my mum, and thus we can talk about female stuff. I'm not so close to her because of our differences - differences in culture, behaviour. e.g. She's a hardworker. I'm a slacker. She likes indian soaps. I like comedy shows. She really does alot for me though. Takes me to fencing, to guitar. She does tonnes.
she disgusts me. too much, even, for me to say i hate her. because hating her would be too much emotion to waste on someone so pathetic.
My mother ( she prefers to be called mother ) is the greatest little lady in the whole world. I love that old woman.
i love my mom so much i want everyone to meet her. her coolness is unparallelled. she's above and beyond awesome.
my mom wouldn't know submissive if it bit her in the ass. she's only 5' tall, and shrinking, but pissing her off is akin to trying to win a boxing match with a locomotive.
My mum is a real recluse. She never leaves the house unless she wants to buy groceries and has struggled allot with anxiety, paranoia and depression throughout her life so she finds it hard to comunicate with us. She can be sweet sometimes, but it's hard to get close to her at times.
my mom's not big on physical contact. she never has been. we're not the hugging sort of family. no sitting in mom's lap and being read a story, things like that. you kinda have to force her to hug. so i do, and when we're out i'll hold her hand or link my arm through hers. she's kinda flustered for a minute, but it makes her really happy.
i cannot begin to express how incredibly devastated i will be when my mother passes. my dad, too. she's a rock, an anchor for me.
I love my mom, she's a good woman, but I want to get the hell away from her. I feel like she never gets anything. I always have to repeat myself to her. She's silly, and it embarasses me often. She wont shut up. She wont let me be. She wont let me fail. She is contributing to the downfall of her marriage, in front of my eyes.
I love her, and respect her a lot. She worked very hard and sacrificed a lot to get where she is today, in a completely new country (with a kid to feed). And she does not feel defeated at all. She feels like this is just the beginning. She has started enjoying life (sometimes).