can still come back and slap you in the face.

Somehow, hubby and I got to talking about my mother. He reminded me of a time that he went to her house to talk to her. She had said something that had really hurt me and I stopped calling her every morning as was "our" habit.

He told me that she had asked him if I "was hitting the bottle"!! I've never been a drinker! It just goes to show me, yet again, that my mother never expected anything good out of me. In her estimation, I was the worst daughter/person that ever lived.

Just wonder if I redeemed myself in her eyes even just a tiny bit with the care I gave her when she had her strokes... rather than put her in a convalecent hospital. I'll never know...

I'm trying not to let it ruin my day, but... I don't know if I'll succeed.