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10 years ago, I'd be 12. I would probably warn myself about all the things I'm going to do. I'd prepare myself for heartbreak, for being wheelchair bound, and I'd make myself realize how important my mom really is.

In real life? We do it all the time!On the way to your college canteen? A* searchWaiting in line in the canteen? QueueNotice that girl standing in front? Linear searchSearching for her dad in the phone book? Binary searchStupid! Google it! TrieSearch for her on Facebook! Depth-first searchFound her! Friend request? Accepted! Send a Hi! GraphWriting her a secret love letter? Caesar cipherUploading your first date pic on fb? Image compression algorithmsLooking through her Whatsapp messages? KMP algorithmShe found out and had your first fight? Start over with some gifts! BacktrackingGot her list of items to buy? ArrayToo many items! Low on cash, maybe? Priority queueMaking her play treasure hunt for her gifts? Linked listWait! Go back! Is that a ring? StackGirl’s family not agreeing to your proposal? Divide and conquerGot married? Congrats! Going for your honeymoon? Travelling salesman problemYour mom packing luggage for you? 0/1 Knapsack problemShe packed your favorite pickles? Hash tableDriving to the airport? Breadth-first search

My mother gave birth to me when she was 17.She was still in high school and pretty much had me and handed me over to her parents so she could continue about her teenage life. I barely remember her living with my grandparents… She moved out when I was young. I always had the feeling she didn't like me much. On the rare occasion that she did engage with me, she loved to scare me with this :But this was not the most memorable incident.After graduating college, my mother decided to bring me to Puerto Rico for a graduation present.We had a nice suite in a hotel downtown San Juan. There was a casino in the hotel and it seemed like there was always something to do.When my mother decided she was too tired from travel to venture down to the casino and bar, I went alone.I was sitting at the bar for about an hour as I had struck up a conversation with a nice couple who were college professors. I was in the middle of telling a story when, out of the corner of my eye, I see my mother running toward the bar with a look of hate on her face. She started yelling,And what the Fuck do you think you're doing here drinking with people you don't know!!Everyone turned to look at me and the nice man explained we were just discusssing…Do I look like I give a Fuck about what you are discussing?Sara let's go!!!I was fully embarrassed and told her I had to pay for my drinks before I left. The nice couple, who now had a look of fear on their face, told me they were paying for me and not to worry. And wished me well.As I started walking away toward the room, my mother screamed loudly so everyone could hear.And are you too cheap Sara to even offer them some money for the tip!!?Day 2So I had started to see a pattern by the middle of the second day. My mother’s moods changed quickly to anger when she noticed that people were friendly toward me, especially the men.We went to a bar that night and the bartender asked what brought us to Puerto Rico and I told him it was a graduation present from my lovely mother seated next to me. He wanted to test my “college skills” and knowledge with some bar games. If I could solve the puzzle, my drink would be free. I don't know what got into me, but I figured out the first 2 as if I had been playing drinking games at bars all my life. Everyone seated at the bar that could see me winning started clapping and cheering me on.My mother removed herself from her chair and stormed out of the bar. She was pissed. I quickly paid my tab (and hers) and left.Embarrassing.Day 3We decided to rent a car and travel to Fajardo..I was more cautious now not to draw any attention to myself and I limited my conversation with people..We went to have lunch and a couple men struck up a conversation with us, I explained that I was married, but my mother here was single and very interested in getting to know more about them.And getting to know more about them she did. She became intoxicated and crazy…running around the pool and dropping beer bottles. I told her to stop and offered to drive back to our hotel which was far. She told me she had made new friends and wasn't going anywhere. It was late and so I sat on a reclining chair by the pool and I must have dozed off because when I woke up I realized my shoes were gone. I looked around for them when my mother came running around the corner laughing like a crazy bitch, telling me she had thrown my shoes over the railing into the rocks down below. She then scampered back off with her new friends. Those were the only shoes I had brought with me on this “day trip”.So I had to climb down into the jagged rocks which hurt my feet just to retrieve my shoes.At this point, I said “Fuck this” and got myself a hotel room to stay the night. I called my husband in Germany to let him know what a horrible trip I was having.My mother and her entourage found my room. My husband was concerned because he could hear them banging on the door and yelling.I told my mother I was going to sleep and offered her the other bed, but said her friends weren't allowed to stay. She yelled at me for being selfish and then walked off with her entourage screaming that I should see how they all wanted to fuck her and not me.I went to sleep.Day 4I was awakened by a loud banging on my door. It was 6am and there was my mother…unkempt…still drunk…and looking like shit. She asked me if I had some guys come sleep with me and I reminded her that I was married.She went straight into psycho mode and said we needed to have the rental car back by 9am.And then she got lost on the drive back to the rental car facility and it somehow became my fault that I had taken French and not Spanish so I was of no use to help with directions. While we were on that subject, she lectured me about how much of a waste college was for me because I was obviously still stupid.When we arrived back at the hotel, I showered and went to the pool. She found me and she was so pissed, she called the security guard to have me removed from her hotel room. She packed all my belongings and grabbed my envelope of money out of the safe and placed it inside the room by the door.She told the security guard she had spent all her money to bring me to Puerto Rico for a present and all I did was run off on her looking for guys.I was crying at this point because I couldn't afford another room in the hotel ($500 a night and I had $500 to last me the next couple days)and she was lying about everything she said.She made the security guard count my money and told him to take me to get a room. It didn't matter that I would only have a room for 1 night. She was going to try to book an earlier flight.The security guard told me that she was my mother and loved me very much and that I was an awful person for disrespecting her like I had.I couldn't stop crying. My mother couldn't stop yelling. And the security guard told us he was going to step out for a minute to give us some time to talk.I had nothing to say to her. She attempted to get an earlier flight. I went to get my envelope of money and it was missing.So we started searching the room. It was nowhere to be found. A couple hours had passed and she accused me of stealing it and hiding it on her so I wouldn't have to spend all my money on a room.This was the furthest thing from the truth. The security guard took it. That was the only person who had it last because she made him count it.We called management and they defended their employee and said he would never do such a thing. And the way we must have looked (mascara running down my face from crying and my mother was still unshowered from the previous day's adventures), I cannot say I would have thought differently about the situation either.We booked an earlier flight and didn't speak the whole way home.I was so happy to be back at my grandparents house until my grandmother told me how disgusted she was that I had acted like an ungrateful drunken slut on my trip. My mouth hit the floor. Cat had my tongue.When I did recover my voice seconds later, I attempted to correct the version of story she had heard. No no no. It was the opposite way around….But it was too late…she really didn't believe me.At least my husband knew the truth as he heard the first incident on the phone and many of fights Beverly started with me for the remainder of the trip.Oh, and her name is Beverly. She is no longer my mother in my eyes.A few weeks after the trip, I answered the house phone at my grandparents house. It was Beverly. She acted as if nothing ever happened. Then she told me she received a letter and a phone call from some woman wanting to know what happened on the trip to Puerto Rico with her husband because she found Beverly's address and number in her husband's belongings.It was obvious Beverly slept with him. That was what she was headed to do that night she left my room saying that everyone wanted to fuck her. I didn't know he was married. Beverly most likely did.And do you know what Beverly did after telling me this?She laughed. That evil woman laughed.She actually thought it was funny that this woman had just discovered her husband had cheated on his wife with her.. She told me she hoped he would still keep in touch with her.I hung up the phone and called out of work sick to my stomach.That trip was one I will never forget.