There are moments

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There are moments
Where I see my mother,  I don't desire to be around her.
I don't desire to cling to her or constantly be by her side like I did as a child.
I find myself straining further and further away from her.
I don't give in to her attempts of wanting to argue with me. Like I once did.
I find it annoying.
Her constant anger and bitterness.
Her complaints of every little thing and detail.
I don't find it appealing.
Her energy is draining.
It's exaggerated.
It's exhausting being around her or near her.
I don't hate my mother or have any shrivel of resentment.
I'm just tired of being around a being who's bitter.
A being who sees everyone's faults but her mere own.
A being who loves drama and arguments; and then proceeds to wonder why people give her exactly that.
I don't hate my mother.
I just wish she would stop being so hateful.
I wish she would look at her life and want better for others. Look at her past and want the best for others.
I don't hate my mother because if I did ;I'd hate her mother. And to be fair I don't hate her mother. I wish she were a bit more like her.

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