Been thinking of what you said for a few days now and wanted to reply. Kind of private and love my mind, inasmuch as I only retain pleasant thoughts, no room for more. Also, my mother passed away and talking about her now seems, well, just not right. Took a long, long break away from my mother, too confusing, maybe why I love daisies so much, she loved me, she loved me not relationship, and no clue why so inconsistent. Hard to understand why a mother doesn't love you, kind of like then who will. Answer was everyone else I met in my life, solidified it wasn't me. Perhaps why I elected not to have children. Well there is a GOD, my mother had a stroke and lost her speech. I finally had no clue if she was telling me to go to heck, or she loved me. She could say two words you could understand, **** and baby. I loved her deeply and she died in my arms in the nursing home. It took a stroke, but I felt her love, miss her smile and how her big blue eyes lit up when she saw me. Guess I'm saying, know how you feel, some things are out of your control. Not wishing a stroke on your mother or anything, just man, it was a blessing for me. So, your not alone, I thank-you for finding out I wasn't either. Hope this makes sense, a lot of memories going through my brain setting off emotions, oh b s I'm crying like a stupid baby.