::Mother, How I Love And Hate You Simultaneously::
Mother's day draws near...again. I'm always so conflicted about that day because of actions and words that can come from the woman who's supposed to be my mother. I truly only accept that she has that title by default. After all for carrying me around for 9 months and expelling me from her womb earns her some sort of credit. Honestly though, I don't think that a mother would make it a point to hurt her daughter's feelings. I swear, she can just say things that are inappropriate, unfounded, and just plain MEAN. I try not to listen and try to let it all slide because confrontation with this woman can only make the situation worse. She's quite stubborn. My lola Paz can't get her to listen at all. It's downright depressing to think that my mother let's her relationships with her daughter and mother deteriorate just because she believes she's always right. She can't admit she may be wrong. When you try to point out flaws she just chalks it up to everyone having some sort of crazy vendetta against her. This has been going on for years and will continue to go on probably until her dying day. Today was just not a good one between us. She said something that was, for lack of better terminology, "FUCKED UP". Today was a laundry day, and I ended up doing like 5 loads. You'd think that for doing her laundry, I'd get a thank you. But instead, she was mad that I didn't iron her clothes too? I was like I'm not a maid, iron your own clothes. Then she got into this whole thing about how she hopes that when I have a daughter she'll treat me with the "disrespect" I just showed her. Then she had the fucking audacity to say, "That is if you can even have kids." I was like WHAT THE HELL? How can you even go around saying things that insensitive? She made me cry...so she sucks. Grr...I just want to be saved from that crazy bitch. I don't think I deserved that shit at all.
Random Blurb: I'm just looking forward to the day I can leave this fucking hell hole.


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