On Friday I was in Barnes and Noble and I came across a book called "Understanding the Borderline Mother." Reading it, I realized that my mother had a form of Borderline Personality Disorder.

See, nothing was ever "reasonable." It was never: "What you did was wrong. I will now punish you until you learn that what you did was wrong." It was: "YOU FRIGGIN' ASSHOLE! YOU FRIGGIN' SHITHEAD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU SPOILED GODDAMN BRAT! YOU SPOILED ROTTEN GODDAMN BRAT! I HATE YOU! YOU FRIGGIN SHITHEAD! YOU FRIGGIN ASSHOLE!"

With her everything was, um, well "personal." It was never about us, but always about her. And with kids nothing is "personal" because kids are, um, kids. And when you are a parent your first priority is to do what is right for the child. She only knows how to satisfy her own base needs at the expense of everyone else.

More on this later... I'm still healing. I haven't felt better in ten years, but I am still healing.