I have never had a close relationship with my mother for so many reasons. Circumstances, culture in my country and being gay could be some of the reasons. Still our phone calls take place not more than couple of minutes. It seems to be impossible to open my life to her. I know it is my own problem. By images I created imaginary communication with own mother. It is a way of saying things I’m not able to say. I know it is very Freudian but that’s how I’m.
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