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My mother will never love me because she can't see past the fact that I'm not my father.
I don't feel the need to sit at the dinner table after finishing my second helping, waiting for her to get off the phone like I've asked her politely to twice.
I don't offer to help around the house because she never asks for help in a normal way, it's always "you should do this because A) I'm incapable of doing so because of my sickness of the week, B) you never do a goddamned thing around here, C) I'm your mother not your slave!"
I don't come home at reasonable hours because doing so would just mean more face time which would inevitably result in more confrontation.
I'm so sick of this... I just want to keep crying until it stops.
I don't feel the need to sit at the dinner table after finishing my second helping, waiting for her to get off the phone like I've asked her politely to twice.
I don't offer to help around the house because she never asks for help in a normal way, it's always "you should do this because A) I'm incapable of doing so because of my sickness of the week, B) you never do a goddamned thing around here, C) I'm your mother not your slave!"
I don't come home at reasonable hours because doing so would just mean more face time which would inevitably result in more confrontation.
I'm so sick of this... I just want to keep crying until it stops.