Just a Fleeting Thought…
Sometimes I wonder if my mother really likes me.
I mean, I know that she loves me. I have no doubt about this.
But does she like me? I mean, with all of the suggestions at how she didn’t raise me right, and how there are right ways to do things and I don’t know them, how I’m as dirty and raunchy as a boy, etc…
I sometimes have to question if she’d like me were we not related.
There’s no self-pity here, by the way. It’s just something I wanted to write down before it left my head.
Incidentally, I like her. I just wish she wouldn’t make me feel like I was a little bit defective from time to time.
Whatevs. Back to my menudo.
