More and more like my mother than I thought. She pushes your buttons until you can't take it anymore and you just want to cover your ears, close your eyes, and scream. It's like holding your breath and living until you can't hold it in anymore so you whale your hands push kick squeeze a little tighter until you've had enough. That bitch. She then releases her grip, as she sinks straight into self pity. Da fuck?!?! Now you feel bad but still infuriated, you're split in between the two. Gaaahhh!!! You want nothing more to do with her. I'm done. But you still can't help but love her for the times you bet your ass you were grateful for her.