My Mother

I have lived my hole life with an absolute crazy mother, one who....well to put it nicely....is off her freaking rocker. While I know she has tried her best to : raise, hate and destroy me (and yes ocassionally all at once) but I can say she did her best at all of them. You cannot fault her for not trying her best. I dont know exactly what is wrong with my mother except it is a personalailty or mental disorder. Okay being honest here my mother is yes indeeded not right, all jokes aside its been a part of my life I have to almost grin and bear it at times. I dont know exctaly what makes my mother tick and how but I do know is she is still my mother and I am to honor and respect her and I know by writing this blog I am not doing either. So Lord forgive. There are times she makes me want to scream, and other smile. I have asked my self over the years why she hates me so much, why must she feel as though she is never good enough for anyone and must keep up with the "Jones's". I wish for my mother to feel comfortable in her own skin, life and yes house. I wish for my mother to find peace and to know that yes their are things out of her control (her children for one) and she must