My mother. At times she was my best friend and at other times, she was my worst enemy. It took me a long time to decipher what was going on between us. As I got older, I realized I had to take what she told me with a large bag of salt. You see, it was always about her. Your early years are the ones that shape your identity. And with just a single parent as my main communicator and nurturer, my mother inevitably shaped my relationship...