All I Wanted Was For My Mother To Love Me
Little did I know, she always loved me. I just didn’t see it.
For most of my life, I longed for my mother to love me. I craved a mother-daughter relationship like I saw on television shows. I wanted her to be my best friend.
Our relationship was never that way. I have always had a solid relationship with her, but we always had tension and distance due to our circumstances.
I decided to write a novel to examine my relationship with my mother. I had hoped it would give me insight as I had to go deep into her thoughts and feelings to write her effectively.
When I reached the halfway mark in my novel, I concluded that my mother always loved me. I just didn’t see it. That was partly because my grandma tried to steal my connection to her from her.
My Mother Had The Cards Stack Against Her
When I was 2, my father died after a painful battle with lung cancer. He never smoked, either. He was only 28.
Just before my father’s death, my brother, Jason, died. He was only 2 months old. He had multiple health problems. His death crippled my mom emotionally.
Four months after my dad died, my grandpa passed away. My mother was very close to her…
