My mother was the same way except I never married my boyfriend, but my mother told everyone we got married in Mexico. Now all my family thinks I've been married once more than I really was. I was told how "sorry" I am, and how I ruined her life for years. My mother is nothing like Cindy though, because mine would have never cared if I graduated, did drugs, who my friends were, where I went at night, whether I worked, etc. as long as it didn't affect or embarass her. There's no way I would ever have confided or turned to my mother for anything. Actually, I wouldn't have minded having Cindy as a mother in comparison and I'm not a psychopath or even depressed by it all. It's a shame that all girls can't have nice mothers.