In my teenage years, I pelted hurtful words at my mother with such prowess! I had a good throwing hand back then.
I threw my life’s troubles (what troubles??) in her face and demanded that she take responsibility. I flung the sentence, “I didn’t ask to be brought into this world!” at her countless times. She flinched, but I didn’t stop. At that time, I couldn’t see that she was doing what she thought was the best thing for me; I couldn’t understand that her own experiences limited the alternatives she could have offered me. I was preoccupied searching for more shots.
Now, we’re the closest we’ve ever been. I’ve apologized, of course. But I truly suspect that we would not be here had we not first been there.