Not all of us get along with mum's and have nice mums, I don't get along with her at all. And I probably never will I think when she dies I'll be rejoicing the singing gods that I don't have someone putting me down anymore. It's true I be in the bath "oh your getting fatter, your tits are getting saggy". Ugh. Can't wait the day when I move far away and never have to talk to her again.