• You don’t listen.

    by  • December 27, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Abuse • 0 Comments

    Mom,
    I don’t even know where to begin. You break my heart, you really do. You tear me down with every word you say. You tell me I’m not as pretty as her, or not as thin, or not as smart… but you know what? I may not be. But I’m okay with who I am. I’m trying to please you every day, and I’m completely sick of it. I can’t ever do one thing right by you. I love my boyfriend. I know you don’t, you tell me every hour. Literally. But I’m in love with him, and he makes me happier than you ever did. You don’t support anything I do, you think I’m a child, well newsflash mom, I have more responsibilities than most people my age. I may be “just a college kid who doesn’t know anything,” but you really don’t know anything about me at all. Oh, and you know what else? You don’t know my boyfriend either, so stop acting like you have both of us all figured out. You don’t. He works so hard.. SO hard.. to get himself together. Maybe he hasn’t finished school, but thats okay. He has his whole life to finish that. He’s not even a quarter of the way done with his life yet. Stop judging him by how much money he has. And don’t act like you’re trying to “protect” me from anything. He has supported me financially more than you could imagine. Better than you do. And if you ever say anything about his family again, I will leave this house and never come back. You are so heartless and hateful toward he and I, and I have no idea how dad puts up with you. He lets you walk all over him, and I used to too, but I’m sick of it. I am so sick of you treating me and dad like you do. I’ve often wished for siblings so that maybe you wouldn’t be so focused on controlling my life, but you know what? I wouldn’t wish being your child on my greatest enemy. A mother is supposed to be someone her daughter looks up to, aspires to be… all you’ve taught me is who not to be. How NOT to be a mother. So, I guess, thanks for that. The mocking and childishness needs to stop. We are both adults, we should converse like such. I’ve tried for so long to be the bigger person and let go of the things you say, and my fuse is running short. I can’t do it anymore. Do me a favor and don’t ever speak to me again when I’m free from you.

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