having father issues: whatever, he’s cold and i don’t want to be; if he won’t have me then i won’t have him.
having mother issues: oh, God, am i horrible? am i awful? she has issues but so do i; who am i to speak? her presence is exhausting but her absence runs deeper. maybe she’s right and i am an awful human being. after all, aren’t mothers always right? and aren’t they only here to love their children? have i been denying the love she’s been trying to give me, or am i correct in believing her words are poisoning me? are love and understanding the same thing? can a mother love a child whom they do not understand, and vice versa? if not, does that mean i don’t love my mother? will i ever be able to cultivate a good relationship with anyone? will i miss her that much when she’s gone? how much of this will i regret?
