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For many, many years and for just cause, when yet another crisis/issue/whatever bad thing would happen, my mother would ALWAYS say to me, “Your day will come.” What she meant by that was that one day life would be okay for me. This had nothing to do with depression, but with situations that continually happened in my life…and they WERE never ending. Then one day while I was spending a year recovering from an auto accident (young woman ran a stop sign) she apologized, “I am so sorry I said that to you year after year.”
My mom's threat was, ' I hope you have a child just like you someday!' I always thought tht if I had a child just liike myself, I would understand the child and he would be easy to raise. Of course my son isn't anything like me . Oh well.
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