The Disappearing Maternal Love

Dance lessons for my daughter Caitlyn were costing a fortune, and there I was, scrubbing dishes to cover the fees. Meanwhile, she skipped class to hang out with the local bad crowd.

She was prone to gaining weight and had a penchant for junk food. I urged her to watch her diet, and she shot back, accusing me of being abusive.

She made a splash in a national dance competition and was on the brink of breaking into showbiz, but then, in an interview, she blasted me as a controlling freak, claiming she needed to break free from her "psycho mom".