I hate that my Mom was the best until I was 8. She was so loving and perfect to me until then. After that, she was physically and mentally abusive. So for me, it was her showing me what a good Mother is supposed to be like; giving me a really good taste of it, and then taking it all away. I also hate that she passed away without telling me she was sorry. Not that I actually expected her to, but for some reason I thought it could actually happen. I hate that she continues to haunt me in my dreams and inner voice.