sometimes i wonder about my mum and me, why cant we jsut love each other. not that we dont, we always love each other, but i don see why i have to choose between two love that basically compose me, and why would i have to tear myself apart for them.
i m so insecure, until many people ask me why i work so much, coz i need money. it seems to me like a personality trait that a paranoid person will seek tangible thing to hold on to, when she have the apprehension that all she have right now may vanish any time.
and i blame my parent for not understanding, and there was time in my life that i did not expect them to understand. it takes decade to understand why black people are no longer slave, and why woman should be able to be a fireman, it take decade for the educated public to understnad, how can i expect my mum to understand.
why cant we jsut love each other, regardless of anything else.
i was really the book written by Bette Degeneres. it is wonderful to see how her mum get thru it. and it is not hard, it is not like we have to build a new kinda love after that one moment of truth. it wasnt hard at all.