I was putting my beautiful daughter to sleep tonight, when out of no where comes a flashback. It was from when I was in college and my mom kept telling me that I hated her and I couldn't understand why. The conversation just led to a common outcome - her yelling, my crying, my hating myself and living even more. I thought that I had addressed this in therapy and moved on. Well, maybe not so much I guess if it is just coming back out of no where. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't want to have these memories. I really thought that I had at least moved on from being trapped in her poison.