I’ve had a lot of time to review the woman my mother was. A lot of time in which to feel angry with her, or in awe of her. I’ve adored her and despised her, even in death.
By Stacey Conner. I don’t have an easy relationship with my daughter.
I didn’t understand how someone could be nice, charming, and in my mind adored by everyone, but threw snide comments at me often, sometimes as soon as people left the room.