A no-job-has-ever-been-or-could- ever -be-better mom. But this is not a bitter tirade about my adult children, let me be clear: Of course they could call more. Of course they could visit more often. My mom, Edna Marantos, died in , at
Lauren Booth: Why I HATE my mother and never wants to see her again
Lauren Booth: Why I HATE my mother and never wants to see her again | Daily Mail Online
We have three children: Two graduated college, and the youngest is doing well in high school. I work out regularly and enjoy good health. The problem is that whenever I look in the mirror, I see my mother. She has been verbally abusive to me throughout my life, and it continues. But I look just like her. I see an aging woman who looks strikingly like my mother. I would like to get a face-lift to help give me a more youthful look.
For most of my 20s, I kept two phone lines. One number was for everybody, except one person; the other was for my mother. This was in the s, before caller ID. I needed to know, with absolute certainty, that I could pick up my regular phone and not end up in a two-hour conversation about whether I was making enough money, or if I was dating, or if I had heard from that nice boy who had dumped me or whether I knew there was another serial killer in my neighborhood. So much to talk about!
Schoolgirl: Lauren Booth said she had a miserable childhood because of her mother. Waiting for the hearse to arrive with my grandfather's body in it, Iwent to turn down the thermostat in his kitchen. A voice stopped me inmy tracks.