Mother

Who is my mother?  When I was growing up, my mother was strong and confident. I honestly was scared of her most days. She was sharp with her tongue, her actions were rash, and on any given day her moods would change in 2 seconds flat. My family is not a group of huggers, so I can't even say that there was much love swirling around our house- but not hate either. Drama.. is a whole other story.  A lot of people in my life used to tell me I was strong willed, and confident.  I used to silently  thank my mom.

But now, as an adult, I don't know who my mother is. She is not the woman I remember as a child.