My mother

I still feel like I have a mother who treats me like I'm 7.

It's bad to say, but I'm sometimes embarassed to be seen with her when she ends her sentences in 'honey' and 'sweetie.' I understand she loves me, I really get that. But is there such thing as too much? I always remember what she would tell me: "There is no such thing as too much love." But I'm beginning to doubt that.

I feel awful that I can't be that son she is picturing in her head. This son is too selfish and moody to fit her image. She still sees me as a child running around in my red shirt and blue overalls. She'd show me a picture of that day and say that I look exactly like her. And I do.

I hate when she yells though and she does that somewhat frequently. She purposely yells to make me feel bad for her. I have learned to distance myself from her recently. I keep answers short and precise in case I upset her. She's always there to point out when I do something wrong.

But I do love her. I know she raised me well and that I could have had it a lot worse. I was raised in a great household and I have a great family. And I am thankful for it, even though I don't show it.

Sam