I do love her.
And I've always known it was tricky for us to live together.
It's exacerbated by the fact I was a free spirit for 20 years, and was slowly recovering from her negativity.
But she took me in when my world fell apart, and supports me financially now, knowing I am in a job I love, looking for more work and trying to get social housing. It's not easy for her either, having a big bolshie daughter with very different political, social and religious opinions in the hou9se.
And although she drives me crazy with her Clean Rules, I benefit from living in a spotless house, a world away from the physical state I ended up living in when I was on my own with depression.
She is a very good woman.
She just wasn't a natural mother.
But at least she ensured I wasn't willing to have a go at it myself (motherhood I mean) as I had the potential to be FAR worse.
Shame about my bro though - he's as phlegmatic as my Father and I think would have made a good Dad.
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