Ever since I can remember my mother (who I’ve always called by her first name) and I have never got a long. Every day she picks me apart. I’m to thin, gained to much weight, I need to wear make-up, I have to much make up on, so on and so on. After over two decades of this you would think I would be immune to all this. But now I’m a single mom and I love my little child more then anything in this world. And sometimes I think if it wasn’t for him I could just end it all. Until lately where I find myself finding it easier to think about just giving up like she wants. I don’t in hopes that it might hurt some one (like my child) and couldn’t bare to do that. On the other hand… If I do give up and let every one know it is because of her, maybe then they will all see she just pushed me to much and they will be mad at her for once. That thought has become growing on me more and more. The only thing that scares me is what about my child?