(((notrustin)))

I have a different reaction, to a different angle. My mom, was 54. That was 4 years ago. My children, may or may not carry memories,,themselves. We were close, at same time, prior to her illness, which took her rather quickly, I'd been working on cutting the apron strings, and working on asserting my own boundaries, independence: don't get me wrong, it was an important step forward, into my own growth.
I can tolerate and appreciate, when other women complain. The harder part for me, which isn't as big a shock factor, for me now. Is seeing grown women, out with their moms. Used to choke me up. Getting better about it.



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