My mother, my mother, who has always been there for me and who is still there for my soul.
My mother has always loved me, and I have always loved her.
And yet, I was always so scared.
And now that I am in my 40s, I am really scared.
For the first time in my life, I think about the way my mother and I would always be separated, like we were always in separate worlds.
But it was never the way we would like to be.
I was never really taught to be a mother, even though I wanted to be like my mother.
I have never had an emotional attachment to my mother because I never felt any kind of attachment to her.
I didn’t have the emotional attachment.
I thought of her as a woman.
And I didn’ have the feelings for her that I would have felt if I were her.
That was always my mother’s fault.
She was a very loving woman, but it was very clear to me that my mother was the reason I had to go to such lengths to look after her and keep her safe.
She never gave me the space to do anything about it.
She always took the blame.
I am just so very afraid to go outside with my mother now.
I don’t feel like I can be myself anymore.
I just can’t.
And that’s something I never want to change.
My first son is now about three years old, and he’s been very protective of me.
And he’s very protective and protective of my other two sons, and of me, too.
But I still get a little bit scared.
I feel like my life is a little different now, because now I don’ know if I will be able to keep going.
I think it’s important to go out.
But the fact that my son is so young, and that he is just so protective, and is so brave and so strong, it is scary to think about that.
I guess I am going to need to stay in bed a little longer than I did before.
I used to have a bed at home that would be right beside the bathroom.
I had this really big mattress and I just couldn’t go out in there anymore.
But now, I have a really big bed and I don”t want to go.
I need to have that space.
I”m scared to go outdoors.
But even if I go outside, I”ll feel like there”s no one around me.
I can”t talk to people, I can’t talk to my children.
I really feel like that would make me lose my confidence.
I mean, I just feel like it”s just me.
But that”s my life now.
It”s all gone.
And it”ll all be gone, in the long run.
My son is three years older now.
He”ll be a big kid, too, so he”ll have to go off to college and be in his own little world, too—in the sense that I”d have to live in that place now, too: the dorm room, the basement, the living room, all these little spaces.
But for now, my house is just empty.
I’m in my 20s now, and this is what I”ve been going through, and it”ve really taken a toll on me.