Sometimes I think I know my mother, but then I feel confused again. Sometimes she's strong, then she's weak against her ex-husbands new wife. Sometimes she's stubborn, then she's nonresistant against the glare of her ex-husbands… and his new wife. It's amazing how many different personalities one can have cooped up inside now, isn't it? I mean, when my sisters came to fondle with me and body... it felt 'awkward', wrong but now it feels OK. My father does the same and it hurts, and It still hurts. I suppose that were all different especially when t comes to certain things. My mother is scared of the new Queen and I admit so am I.