• A daughter’s love

    by  • September 29, 2010 • Abuse, Anger, Betrayal, Family Stuff, Hatred, Love - Pure and Simple, Parents • 0 Comments

    I hate that you are my mother.

    I hate how vain and narcissistic you are. I hate how inappropriately sexual you are. I hate that you never got help. I hate you can’t admit you have a problem. I hate that you say all of your daughters have mental problems, because they have called you out on your abuse. I hate that my sisters had to be subjected to your cruelties. I hate that you separated us from all of our family. I hate that you made me fear my father. I hate that I believed you for so long. I hate that I can see your face in the mirror. I hate that I have nightmares about repeating your sins. I hate that material goods have always been more important to you than loved ones. I hate what you allowed him to do to us for money. I hate how you talk about me and my sisters. I hate how you pretend with other people that you love us. I hate how I called out for you when you were hitting me and allowing me to be sexually abused.

    Mostly I hate that I still love and care for you.

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