On account of her profanity, bad attitude, and total lack of respect it is extremly hard to get along with my mother. It has been a long, strange life having to tread lightly around her so as not to set her in motion. It did not take long for my brother and me to learn how to walk softly and keep our mouths shut. She was brought up in a strict household and she rebelled severely when she left home. And she has not slowed down to this day. She has a holier than thou attitude and demands the up most respect. She is a petite five foot, three inch tall, one hundred pound fireball. She is always bossing everyone around her. She gets furious when her demands are not met, because she must have complete obedience. "That stupid b***h is not doing what I told her to do!", she hisses as her daughter in law drives off into the distence. She thinks of everybody as lower life forms. There is no rank or level of office that she respects. No human can ever garner that most precious gift from her. Her massive amount of hatred is caused as much by her envy of those more well to do and more attractive, as it is her jealousy of others getting respect for good deeds done. She has been ticketed for speeding, and the officer said he would have let her go if she had shown a little respect, and not called him names and cursed at him so much. She makes me want to not be around her because of her constant profane complaining about everything and everyone she has come in contact with. As a child would hear her yelling and fussing with my father and wish I had a different mother. Even more recently, I was in Wal-Mart with her and ran into a friend who is a preacher and quite handsome. Right away I knew I would be apologizing later. "Oh my God!", she barked, "He is a f*****g preacher?". I could have walked away forever right then and there. I should have too. I was so embarrassed and I could see my friend was too. Now, I always warn people ahead of time that she may be vulgar in some way. She has no consideration for anyone that does not want to hear her foul language. It seems to be almost second nature to her. She can neither control herself nor does she want to. Her childhood was a hard one for sure. A strict father and a continuously pregnant mother makes for a lot of work for a young girl that just wants to play for a while. But, who among us had a good childhood? I dont know of any person that would say thier early life was easy and constant fun. She bit her tongue and stayed there and did what she was told for twenty years and then the chance to move away walked into her life, my father. She jumped at the chance to be a controller to a smaller man. And so it began, her rise to the evilness that is her way of life today. So in summation, I hope you can see that my mother is an entity into herself. She made it a lot easier for me to move three hundred and twenty miles away from her and her evil, doggedly oppressive ways. She now controls my brother and his family in a disrespectful, demanding, and inconsiderate way. She willcontinue this until the day she lays down and dies.