Tonight is the anniversary of my mother's death. It's been 14 years since her death, 14 incredibly wonderful, freeing years. I remember everything about her death and the weeks that followed, the amazingly difficult path we followed to clean up a house crammed with 35 years of stuff and the pain of her loss, the estate that was so complicated to settle and so on.
I've learned so much about her life and myself since she died, not all of it good, and while I do love her, and miss her sometimes, I hate how she tore at me emotionally and brutalized me because of her own unhappiness.
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