Mar 09, 2006 15:20
I hate my mother.
Not because she's bipolar, not because she's a bad mother. But because she's a terrible person. She makes me work hard for a relationship that isn't worth it. She doesn't say goodbye on the phone, she just hangs up when she's had enough. She thinks she knows everything and can't fathom that there are things in this world that I actually know more about than she does. All she does is complain to me about her life, without a second thought that when I say "fine" it doesn't necessarily ring true. She always has to compete with me in any conversation we have, even if it means lying through her teeth to her youngest daughter. She makes no effort to get together with her grand-daughter unless it unvolves me taking her over to the island. She still makes cracks about my father. She gets very defensive about my brother if I make one joke about him, despite the fact that he left his pregnant girlfriend and didn't tell his family about it. She makes me want to change my number, move, get married, have kids, and have her read about it in the newspaper.
family,
mother,
hate