I can't do without my mother. In the simplest of ways too. She pisses me off sometimes, and when she does I feel like telling her a piece of my mind. The bewildering thing is, if I do give a slight attitude, in the next instant, I'm dreading that she'll be pissed off with me. I can't manage that. When she is silent or unreceptive to what I'm saying, I feel like a gun-toting leper. Better for me to stew and then forget about it. (Majority of the times I do.)
Today was a classic example of how well I know my mother. We were in the kitchen preparing dinner and talking. Something was said and I became really angry. So, I kinda gave a blank silent stare to something she was showing me. I left the kitchen and came back, slightly worried that she wouldn't talk to me. She didn't. I noticed she was singing but the notes were clipped. The singing continued as she went upstairs to make dog food.
I went down the road to a neighbour then returned home. She was still singing but now I rejoiced that the notes sounded happy and twirled up. I figured she was calm again. So I asked her a question and she responded in a normal way.
I love this about my Mom. She doesn't stay angry with me. I love even more that I can't stay angry with her. This I believe is a healthy relationship.