She is just not likeable. I love her, but at the moment I actually really hate her. All I ever do, and have ever done, is try and be nice and reassuring and to please her. But even then, I'm wrong. It's never enough. In her eyes I'm a terrible daughter. She has never ever been there for me (she knows nothing about my life. Nothing. I could never tell her I was bulimic for 10 years in my teens and twenties, or any other major thing that's happened to me. I think she thinks I am some kind of superwoman, never feels sad etc.. just exist for her) I can't stand her.
I'm sorry, I know this is rambly but we've just had a phone call which has left me in tears and I'm so sick of it.
Crazy thing is, I've literally just ordered her some flowers and a card to be delivered for a special occasion happening this Friday (seeing her Saturday to help with this occasion and be there for her etc..) I can't stop trying to please her and do nice things for her (even though she will not see these things through her weird and warped lens)
Mad mad world.