me too. my mother is a bitter twisted piece of work with whom I cannot converse.
I'll f**k off now, but I will read the red message you've posted ahead of me.
bloody hell
with love
Linda
so sorry here's my modify. i love my mum. she's just old and ill and lonely and only ever talks about herself. I always thought I took after my dad, but perhaps I'm turning into my mother. I remember when I was 13 and she made me take sanitary napkins to camp with me. I carried that shit about for 3 years till I finally got the bleeding. No problem.
Sorry about dissing my Mum, but she is a not very nice woman. I don't blame her
she worked hard all her life, brought up two ungrateful children, got divorced and then lived alone and bitches at her daughter like regularly. Fine.