Honestly though, I appreciate the fact that Dean told his mother he hated her.

“I hate you. I hate you. And I love you. Because I can’t help myself.”

That reaonated with me, deep in my bones. As a person with deep seeded issues with their own parent, who go the short end a lot, and had to be a mini-parent way too soon, I appreciate that. Because if I could I would say that very thing to my father.

“I hate you. I hate you. And I love you. Because I can’t help myself.”

Love is complicated.