When my mom and I fight, we yell, and we can both act really badly.
The difference, I noticed tonight, is that I care about what she thinks and feels and why she does things.
She doesn’t care about that. She doesn’t care about why I do anything. If it’s something with which she disagrees, that’s all that matters to her.
It kind of crushes me. That she doesn’t care, and she doesn’t think she has to because she’s my mom. I just want support so badly. I crave it. I want her to want to understand me and love me and know me and put in the effort to go with it.