The days of her life were spent in constant turmoil and battle. The stuggle robbed her of her children, she thought. People who spend their lives appeasing others have little left to give in the way of love, she finally concluded.
At a certain age, sometimes early, sometimes late, children make up their minds about their parents. They decide, not always justly, what kind of people their mothers and fathers are. In their justification, cruel, perhaps as mine was for me to watch, they interpret their view of how a parent maintained the crazy years. The pain was not lessened by the fact that perhaps, they would think, their mother did not show the faintest sign of understanding the men she married or the loves she protected.
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