‘I don’t know where I went wrong with you’ my mother steamrolls onward, changing direction so fast I think I might have whiplash, her voice now starting to waver dramatically and I can just imagine her clasping at her chest, eyes brimming with tears. ‘Was I that bad a mother? Did I hurt you somehow with something I said? Was I not supportive enough when you were a child? Is that why you hurt me with your indifference?’ I groan, rubbing my hand down my face, I’m hung over and exhausted and unable to field this right now which I’m pretty sure is why she’s rang me this early in the morning rather than later on when I’ve had a chance to wake up and prepare myself. ‘You were not a bad mother’ I reply resting my arm across the top of my head and looking up at the ceiling, ‘you know damn well

