It's not that in Flaming June

It’s not a mid-life crisis, by the way.
For one thing, I’m at least 2/3s of the way through.
Also, I’m pretty content. Frustrated by my mother’s narcissist tyranny, but at the same time I feel like a tremendous weight has been lifted from me ill never have to see her twisted, miserable face again. Or fight through the fog of her soul-eating rainstorms.
I’ve struggled with this relationship for the best part of 54 years, it turns out the whole time - she’s a cunt. My therapist concurs, although her vocabulary differs slightly, she’s a kind woman.
But you have to wonder - why did it take me 54 years to figure it out? It’s not that complicated, nor really.
Well, people are strange.