I miss my mother. Not the irritable woman, completely devoid of sense of humor, practicality, and all other qualities I remember. This monster hides behind the familiar face and voice and hurls angry words that hurt like daggers. It is hard on me, and even harder on my father.
I don't know how to help her. It is a terrible feeling - helplessness, and I have experienced it far too rarely to be used to it. It is very hard for me to deal with it. I am tempted to run away, but contrasting senses of duty and cowardice, both quite strong in me, in this particular situation work together to hold me here.
Was that too depressing? If yes, I apologize. I have no wish to become something I hate.
To cheer you up a bit, I have posted the rough draft of Feanor's Marriage Prospect on my webpage at http://www.geocities.com/crazyhellga/silm/feanor-mp.html