I Don't Have the Answer
A long time ago, when it was clear my mother had changed, when I couldn't take her awful temper tantrums, when I cried a lot most nights....I got up the courage to ask an important question, one I felt was a key to my well being and happiness. I was 9 years old.
"Mommy...Do you love me?"
She glared at me, then enunciated clearly, "Define love."
"Mommy...Do you love me?"
She glared at me, then enunciated clearly, "Define love."