My friends highly enjoy hanging out with their moms. They can chat with them for hours without it ending in a tearful verbal sparring match with feelings stamped on and self-esteem destroyed. They can watch movies and TV with their moms and laugh together. One of my friend's moms even listens to contemporary radio stations and knows the words to every song. She is truly one cool cat.

My mom hates all form of entertainment and art and brutally rebuffs my love of writing and throws a shit fit when she finds out how much I write. She says my time is better spent elsewhere. And if I paid attention to more important things maybe I'd have my shit together more and not be so fucked up. She's a nutcase.

She's bipolar. Honestly, I think she is. When she's good, boy is she good. She's hysterical, a gossip---always has the best family/neighborhood gossip. She's truly a card. But when she's bad, boy is she wretched.

Oh great, got to go. The Devil is summoning me. "Clare come here a second I need to tell you something." I am fearful.

For God's sake even my (step)cousin says her mom says my mom needs to cool it and stop being so uptight.

Hence, I am the complete and utter opposite.