I’m not sure who’s unluckier on the mother front, Val or me. Christina is ridiculous. She doesn’t dress her age, despite looking her age. She certainly doesn’t act her age. She’s petty and vain, and, despite spoiling Val, seems to put her own well-being ahead of her daughter’s. But still, she loves Val. You can just tell.
I don’t know whether my mother loves me or not. I rarely see her. She was around for a year or two when I was a kid before she took off, slaughtering my dad’s heart. She never loved him. She married him because he knocked her up in the bathroom at a Radiohead concert, and she wouldn’t have gotten any kind of inheritance from her dying grandfather if he found out she had a kid out of wedlock. She put up with him for as long as she could, but it didn’t work, so she left. S
