Mama, I love you.

I know I'm only 27, but I've never met anyone who can make words sting as much as you.  It's amazing and I still can't figure out why I need your approval so badly.  I know I'll never get it though.  We are two adults who will always be mother and daughter.  I will never be anything else to you.  How can we ever make this work without me being a horrible child?  I see no other solution.  I would never perceive you as a bad guy.  It will always only ever be me.  Such a disappointment right?  And ungrateful?  And selfish?