I hate it. I love it. Then I hate it again. People telling me to pick. Be with my mom or against her and right now I'm against but it's wrong to hate my mom. She's done so much right by me. Yet, just the same amount of wrong. I barley even recognize my mom. She used to be someone I could connect with. Now, she's like a mirage. Something fake you think is real. People telling me to hate her cause of who's she's with. Yet, I feel obligated to love her cause she's my mom. Torn between right and wrong. Not wanting to pick but one day, I know I'm gonna have to.