Wolfgirl,
Wow, that is a heart rendering poem. It hit very close to home with me. My mom would rather wander the streets at times than be with us. An when she was with us, we sometimes wish she wasn't. Because of the rages, when we fought.. she got mad at us. She would always say you should not hit someone smaller than you.. yet she would hit, punch and choke.
My mom was mentally unstable, and us children begged her to get help. The one time she tried it was used against her by my step father and the cycle continued.
So much pain and hurt with all this... hugs ((( Wolfgirl ))). You brought me to tears with this one. Memories can be very painful at times .. but it is like cleansing a wound.
Xandria