Growing up with Mom was very … hmmm … very interesting. I think she’d sum it up the same way – only differently.
I don’t know if there is any other way to describe our relationship, because she and I were both alike in so many ways; and yet, we were almost as distant as Venus and Mars. I love(d) her immensely – she knew it – and I suppose she loved me.
I asked her once:
Me: Mom, why have you never told me you love me?
Mom: I thought it was understood?
She was very cerebral.
I never did hear what I wanted (and needed) her to say.
It took a lot of years to get that one. 8-}
… to be continued.