My mother and I are either best friends or worst enemies. There is no in-between. Sometimes she is the only one in whom I feel comfortable confiding while at other times I can’t stand being in the same room as her. The conflict arises when I struggle to push away, she only tries that much harder to pursue our relationship. In her attempts to keep our relationship alive and healthy, she smothers me. However, it was her love and acceptance that saved me from the peer pressures during high school. I am who I am today because of her actions.
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