Due to the highly international nature of the family, we celebrate Mother's Day (each at their own place) three times a year, always in May.
I most celebrate on this day having a wonderful son and a partner who gets up on Sunday morning to pick flowers for the vase.
Sometimes I feel like ripping his head off (reciprocally, no doubts), but small, affectionate gestures, balance out the occasional scuffle.
What makes some relationships (including the non-romantic ones) salvageable, and others not? Stubbornness? Reluctance, grown to the size of Carnegia gigantea? And when does it become clear, that there is nothing more to save?