There is this incessant wall of fear that divides my mom and me, and it has been there for years. I'm not sure if fear is the right word, but it's the closest I could come up with. Everytime I talk to her, even about stupid stuff, like, "What time are we leaving?" I feel threatened. I'm not saying, "Oh, feel sorry for me," but I feel threatened
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