Where To Begin
I am writing this without knowing my intentions. I have no idea whether I will ever publish, post, or share what I write. I'm not sure if this will continue as a blog filled with random memories, frustrations and feelings, or become something more. The one thing I know for sure is that it will be years before this is known to exist, because it's about my mother. A mother who holds herself on her high horse, cares deeply how others perceive her, and is unwilling to take down the defensive wall she has spent decades cementing into place. So, hi, my name is Lauren and I am the daughter of an alcoholic narcissist. To give a little background, my mother grew up poor. She was one of eight children, and her parents, who had to work multiple jobs, were barely home. Like any adult, she wanted better for her own children. She was smart as all hell, graduating high school early and continuing on to become a nurse and eventually a psychologist. She married young, at 17...