“Even up to my very last day with her I never used to get used to or anticipate the sudden shifts, the sunlight and shadow, the precipitous climate changes in her moods. But I had learned to stand just outside the range of their clawing, lashing fury. Or so I thought. I often miscalculated. In truth I am constructed from its debris.” Emotional AbuseMothers And DaughtersCodependent RelationshipsMaternal Bond Author:Arundhati Roy