Here's a link in case you haven't heard it:
It got me thinking about Mothers. Mine died 3 years ago. She was my best friend. Ever since I have been in some way seeking to replace her. I have thought about it but never talked about it. Then my Aunty told me she reckons that is what my sister has been doing recently and I thought, of course she has. We've both turned to our Aunties. I even lived with my Aunty Julie for a while and, if I could, I'd live with the other one too.
Perhaps that's the reason I feel resentful of my boyfriend's mother. She's a very kind, nice lady but she isn't like my Mum. She doesn't look like my mother. She doesn't listen to cool old music. She doesn't have the same sense of humour. She, in every way, fails to replace my Mum. It's the disappointment. My funny, beautiful feisty mother is gone. And it's noone's fault. But sometimes it's hard not to take it out on the people you love.