Sometimes I wonder at the detachment I can have for my own mother. Due to lack of connection, memory, and her gushes over “finding” a “new” “daughter,” I have become quite wary of love or the feel of love. This nature of hers came long before Alzheimer’s reared it’s ugly head.
I have two daughters and they are my delight – I seek no other “daughters” to complete my family or my heart.
I wonder why this constant seeking for new family members. Is it a need or a want of recognition…or what?