I have an intense jealousy of those who have a positive relationship with their mothers.
When I hear the word, all that stirs inside me is resentment.
I don't actually like that. I wish it were different.
But it isn't, and it probably won't be.
When I hear the word, all that stirs inside me is resentment.
I don't actually like that. I wish it were different.
But it isn't, and it probably won't be.
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