Ever since you were diagnosed with a brain tumor and had a successful surgery you have been different. Now don’t get me wrong, messing with the brain is a big deal and I knew that you would change but this is too much.
I want my caring mother who always wanted to hold my hand, or give me
hugs, and encouraged me every day. But instead I have a critical, selfish mother who reminds me every day how imperfect i really am.
I know you just want to help and are worried about me, but your blunt comments about my looks are not appreciated. To be honest, you make me feel like complete shit. I fear that I will never look pretty enough or skinny enough for you and that scares me.
I know I always told you I didn’t care what you thought but the truth is – I DO CARE. Your opinion means everything to me and it is tearing me apart.
Why can’t you just love me for me?