It's Mother's Day.
For the first time in years, I did not spend Mother's Day with my mother. Our relationship got complicated a few months ago, and then it broke. We are not the same. I am not the same. She is not the person she used to be, not the person she raised me to think she was.
It hurts. Even in my teenage years I was never a girl that had problems with her mother. We were close. I didn't shun her. Didn't harbor any teenage angsty hate. Hell I wanted to be her. Now? Not so much.
Now we have a "Hi, how are you, I'm fine thanks, you?" kind of relationship.
I figure we'll be okay at some point. A cautious relationship. Never quite the same, but never quite as bad. I know this isn't ideal.... but I'll take what I can get. She's my mother, after all.