She seemed to enjoy making me cry. She delighted in my failures and begrudged my successes. She degraded me.  She shamed me. She rejected me as a child. And she still rejects me as an adult. She has no interest in my husband, my children or my accomplishments.  Even now the memories of her venomous words rape my soul all over again.

 

And yet, I love her. I long for her approval – her acceptance. I pray for reconciliation – for wholeness. And ...
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