I spoke to my dad yesturday about having a chance of giving a bone marrow transplant to someone. We got talking about my brothers. I was always sure that my brother had his transplant on my mum's birthday due to what i remember from stuff she would say but he's said that it was a few weeks before her birthday. Since then I've been feeling really confused. If I'm wrong about this then maybe I was wrong about the other stuff that happen between me and my mum. Maybe it's all my fault that we have such a rubbish relationship. Some of the stuff she did was already difficult enough to understand why a mum would do it but maybe I've just read the whole thing wrong. Now I've just kept crying all day. Feel so confused now