It was a stunning confession.
 
 And probably not completely accurate.
 
 Yes, she had distanced herself through
 
 work and stretching her affection. But
 
 the monster was a mightier intruder.
 
 Please be careful.
 
 I’m worried that
 
 you’ve made some
 
 bad choices. Don’t
 
 let them go from
 
 bad to worse.
 
 Half of Me
 
 &n
 
 bsp; wanted to whine.
 
 Wanted to rage.
 
 Wanted to get right up
 
 into her face and shout,
 
 “What about your bad choices, Mom?
 
 Have you ever once stopped to consider
 
 how they not only created me,
 
 but helped mold me
 
 into the not-so-fine,
 
 not-so-upstanding,
 
 old-beyond-her-years,
 
 not-exactly-a-lady
 
 standing in front of you?”
 
 The other half
 
 told me to shut up,
 
 told me to smile,
 
 told me to find a hint