My mother sees my existence as a threat to hers. She manipulates stories so much that when i explain it to my therapist, i say "but i don't know what actually happened" like 5 times per topic, and have to be reassured that its okay. a mother's embrace should be warm, but hers is filled with immaturity i can't explain. She gets over everything so fast, and assumes i do to. She wants me to change myself for the fighting to stop, she can't admit that it starts with her.