I didn’t realize it was my job to make sure my mom was someone constant in my life. So tired of tracking her down like a lost puppy, if you can’t be bothered with your only daughter than why should I push myself for you? I’m getting sick of your boyfriend asking me if I’m sexually active yet, I mean I’m 20 years old and I can’t tell him off without my mom causing a scene. I feel like I’m playing high school childish back and forth blame game with a grown ass woman I mean when are we going to get past this and talk about it. My depression has a lot to do with how I lived with her and she can’t even come to terms with that.