"Your Dad is so secretive about his problems, that's why I hate that part of him. Always secretive and…" Mom's tears welled up on the corner of her eyes, I caressed her hand as she talked.
My mother opening up to me is unusual. I didn't encounter this kind of confrontation, we always had our own things to deal with. Just as I said before, I don't want to tell my mom about my problems because sometimes my mom thinks that I'm being dramatic and I also don't want to burden her with my own problems. They have their own problems without adding me to that list, it's enough of me and I'm used to dealing with things on my own.
"I noticed your dad always came home drunk, I was texted by his boss that.. he is already fired. He is fired due to some unresolved issue in his work. I didn't know your Dad.. is depressed. I... I failed as a wife by supporting him"