Well I told my mom the thing, and she was as negative as expected, and I'm trying not to let it get me down. Why do I still care so much what that woman thinks about me?! I'm proud of myself though because I didn't start crying when she was so negative. I think I have finally hit the realization that even if I could live to be 300 I would never, ever, ever be good enough for her. Ever. Well damn it now I am crying. ****. Why can't she ever just be happy for me? Why? I don't get it.