When I was little

I was really scared of a monster in my closet and I was very scared of the dark, I loved when I was able to sleep with my mom and then I would ask her to go to sleep with me in my room because I wanted to be able to sleep in my bed but mom didn't want to.. It was not very nice because she didn't act like she cared. Now I live without her and sometimes I miss her but when I talk to her she just kinda ignores me and says its impossible that I make good grades or that I still have a job, So I just don't really talk to her at all.