Friends and co-workers remain surprised that I have the blunt, abrupt, honest relationship with my mother that I do. They like that she visits - tonight she she crushed people in my monthly poker game - but still most people seem surprised that my mother and I have the discourse we do.
It's not an affectation. Nor, as some extra cynical co-workers suggest, an actress I pay to pretend to be my mother to conceal my origins in a lab someplace.
My current relationship with my Mom is healthily adult; both of us have seen the world and enjoyed it.