it's my mother's fault

I recently engaged in some back-seat psychoanalysis of my mother, with my cousin the therapist who knows a thing or two about such matters. She mentioned she has some books she shares with her clients with mothers like mine.

I said: "it's amazing I'm not more messed up, right? Oh. Wait. [a pause while I realize that she is professionally treating & counseling people who are messed up because they had mothers like mine and I add it all up] Am I messed up?"

which was followed by a long awkward pause.

which was followed by a giggle.

which was followed by her insistence that she needed to go to bed and that I should call her another time  to talk. when we have more time.

I guess I really can blame my mother...