While my mother and I have really improved our relationship, it’s difficult knowing we won’t ever have much of a mother/daughter friendship. She’s not the kind of person to want to discuss things, I thought. Then I’ll be having coffee with my twin sister and she’ll be whining about how much my mom complains about relationship issues or family drama to her, and...
I have genuine hate towards people who understand romantic love so much better than I do. I feel guilty about that. I am so jealous that you cheated on her for six months with me, and still she loves you. Still. I don’t know how to love someone for so long. I don’t know. I know how to care, and how to empathize, but I just don’t get “love.” It’s miserable.