Without a doubt, I really am a wonderful mother. […] I mean, I’m a mother whose children are important to her; I love them, I read books, I get professional counsel, I try to do my best to give them a better education and a lot of warmth and love. […] But still, I hate being a mother. I hate being a mother. I hate this role. I hate being the one who has to place boundaries, the one who has to punish. I hate the lack of freedom, the lack of spontaneity.
