I had a stressful morning. Most Saturday mornings are a bit stressful. My mom came over. She comes over most Saturdays to visit her granddaughter. I don't like my mom. I invite her over out of a sense of obligation and guilt. The dynamic of our relationship is stressful and painful and I hate it. There is absolutely no mother-daughter bond between us. I could care less if I ever saw her again. In fact, I would prefer not to. We've been stuck in this cycle for years and I hate it. I pity her. She's neurotic and lonely.
I live my life with the conscious intent of being the mother I never had.