(Not) All about my mother

Don´t want to copy a bad movie title, specially being from him (her?). Lately, I´ve been realizing that some thoughts from long ago are true: my mom hates almost everyone. After my father´s death, she´s been immersed in a strange process of change, but not for good, I shall say, instead, her life is going into irrational hate and fear. I can´t even imagine what it is like to be in her position, her husband suddenly dead in a very painful way, but, instead of turning inside and closing the doors to the external world, the “lesson” should have been to be more kind, since life is too short to spend it fighting, feeling envy, hatred or remorse.

But, human beings don´t stop to amaze me (not in the best way, unfortunately). I feel sorry for her, but I´ve decided to put some distance between us, because being near is to put myself and all my hard-earned inner peace (still working on it) at risk. Sorry mom, but that´s the way it is (or it should be, at least for me).