My Mom is my only female friend. She supports me unconditionally and is always there for me and my son. She has made mistakes in her past, as have I but she has never given up on me. Even when she simply could not comprehend my mental illness. She is now living next door to me and even though it was a traumatic move (the house was filthy) she is enjoying being close to her family. I am lucky and blessed to have my Mom. I worry about her health as she is in denial about a couple of things and I simply could not bear to lose her.