I had one of those uncomfortable conversations with my mother this morning. She has a view of the world I don’t share, and she doesn’t accept the fact that I can’t see the world through her eyes all the time. Other than that, we love each other very much. But every time we disagree, I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth. My mom means the world to me, and I can’t help but feeling guilty after I get too passionate about the things I believe in. Anyway… That’s what mothers and daughters do all the time.

The big deal about this conversation with my mom is what came afterwards when I told my boyfriend about it. He gave me his opinion and told me what he thinks my relationship with my mother is like. He nailed it, right there, he knows exactly what goes on. Mom and I are two opposites that attract, but that also unbalance each other at times. Then I said my dad probably failed to understand that at some point and got frustrated. My boyfriend said: “No, he knew it all along. He would just not disagree with your mom. He loved her, just the way she is. For him, your mom was perfect…” — That one being the biggest truth in the history of humanity.

At the end my boyfriend added: “For me, you’re what your mom was to your dad. You’re flawless to me. You’re my Soledad.” (that’s my mother’s name). If only people knew what those words mean to me after a long road of rejection… He made my entire year!