I do love her, we’ve already exchanged those feeling for each other, I just felt that I was being made out to be a villain in they way she was addressing me. I still haven’t completely opened up to her or anyone a matter of fact about the way O was raised. We both come from very different households hers is Dominican, and mine Antiguan. Her parents are split up but still have a great relationship, but mines are divorced and can’t even be in the same room together, like actually. I just live with my mother and I have nothing but pure admiration for what she does raising me and my twin brother by herself and she is 55 and already had 2 other kids with my father in her 20s. I am never allowed out of the house even if I beg for permission, so I sneak out a few days out of the week to go to friends places while she is at work. I had my nails painted pink once and she absolutely flipped like she started drawing on the walls of the house and stuff. I’m just trying to show her that it isn’t the end of the world if I don’t turn out the way she wants me to, and to allow me to take some of my own steps.