My dad and I are currently looking after my mothers dog mainly as a favour for my brother. My mother spoke to me on the phone tonight to arrange meeting to collect her dog, but not once did she ask how I was or what I was up to. So often we are bombarded with images of mother love, so when I don't get it I feel like its something that I've done wrong. I wish I could stop blaming myself for things that aren't my fault.
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