My Mother

My mother drew a picture of my mother when I was young. She is standing in the garden behind her house. This is not our house, my mother looks like someone else. She is standing in front of a green two-story house surrounded by green landscapes, completely wearing green, green hair, green face on green face. Green is her favorite color, I want to surprise her. Back then, my mother was a god to me, in my opinion she was not wrong.

This question is, in this example, my mother is Protestant and my father is Catholic. When I was very young they parted, I was brought up by my mother. I did not see much of my father, and of course I felt more at my mother's house. There was an argument between them and accused each other for separation. I did not keep neutrality, I stood with my mother, and her anger became my anger. Perhaps this is the reason I moved to a distant relatives, where I live in the UK. When that happened about 20 years ago, I was delighted to see the reconciliation between my family. Over time, this peace is not what we should take for granted. Satisfaction will appear as time passes. One or the other party does not believe that the other party is returning to the old one. This seems to have happened, and it will be a tough heart.

That happened. When I was in my teens my mother 's new boyfriend ignited my long - awaited expectation of my father. There are several boyfriends in my mother, I always understand. She is no longer married. I do not know the reason, but I believe my father is love for her life. But this boyfriend is worthless. I thought that she was humiliating him with that day. He does not respect her. She should be far better than the man she met at the bar. I still remember the slap she gave me after I sent the word "bar". I admit that I deserve it. I have learned this for many years. Back then, when my skin was slapping and still burning, I remembered boxes and letters. I remember a special letter saying "When you spent the worst fight with your mother."