It is so hard to be living in the same house as this woman. I am trying to live a healthy life style and she is inhibiting in every way she can. I know that she does not mean to do this and that it is just because of how she was raised and part of her personality but it still is so hard to be her daughter. I just think that it is so ironic that the only way my mother knows how to show affection towards her family is to cook and I, her daughter, developed an eating disorder but not just any eating disorder, anorexia. Yeah that shows how loved I felt as a her daughter. I have to go now the bitch calls.
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