It's true, she didn't understand me, but I didn't understand her either.
Because she loved me, she was tender and affectionate, but because of the difficult situations I put her in,
and the sad circumstances in which she found herself, she was nervous and irritable,
so I can understand why she was often short with me.
I was offended, took it far too much to heart and was insolent and beastly to her, which, in turn, made her unhappy.
We were caught in a vicious circle of unpleasantness and sorrow.
Not a very happy period for either of us, but at least it's coming to an end.
I didn't want to see what was going on, and I felt very sorry for myself, but that's understandable too.
Those violent outbursts on paper are simply expressions of anger that, in normal life,
I could have worked off by locking myself in my room and stamping my foot a few times or calling Mother names behind her back.
The period of tearfully passing judgment on Mother is over. I've grown wiser and Mother's nerves are a bit steadier.
Most of the time I manage to hold my tongue when I'm annoyed, and she does too;
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