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Sometimes, I really dislike my mother. Sometimes, I dislike her so much one could almost say I hate her. But then that small nugget of love hidden in my heart for her shines through and I remember that I don't. Still, sometimes, I come so close.
I mainly dislike her because despite living in New York City for fifteen years, she is a bonafide country bumpkin. She has no fashion sense at all. Sometimes I wonder if she was a man in a past life. She doesn't know how to french braid, she doesn't know how to style hair, today she even didn't know how to put my hair in a bun for christ's sake. She doesn't know how to dress herself or others, she doesn' t know the difference between something looking of high quality and nice and something looking of low quality and awful. She is turning into an old lady much sooner than anyone would have wanted. She has had the same hair cut for about 30 years. She is a huge dork, and not in a good way (old lady annoying way). When she doesn't know how to do something, she gets frustrated and annoyed and gives up (couldn't figure out how to put my hair in a bun, so she got all annoyed and then gave up and i had to do it myself). Moving upstate was a decision her and my father decided on, but she was the one who suggested her old home town (aka the center of nowhere and a bonafide shithole). She is a push-over and a people-pleaser and never stands up for herself. She lets my dad (whom I also am not too big of a fan of) act like a complete dick to her and control her life in hopes of better days.
To sum up, I hate that my mother has no style, fashion sense...anything of that nature.
I hate that my mother is such a goddamn country bumpkin and loves the town that we currently reside in.
I hate that we haven't moved since then because she is such a country bumpkin and loves the town that we currently reside in despite everyone else in the family hating it.
I hate that she is such a push-over and you can't ever get her to tell you want she wants or wants to do because she just wants to please you.
I don't hate my mother, but I hate a large quantity of the characteristics that make up her personality.
Between dealing with her all summer and my father who is a fucking dick (I don't even want to begin to get into that) and their fights, stuck in a town that sucks, and essentially hating my life, my summer is going to be terrible. The End.
I mainly dislike her because despite living in New York City for fifteen years, she is a bonafide country bumpkin. She has no fashion sense at all. Sometimes I wonder if she was a man in a past life. She doesn't know how to french braid, she doesn't know how to style hair, today she even didn't know how to put my hair in a bun for christ's sake. She doesn't know how to dress herself or others, she doesn' t know the difference between something looking of high quality and nice and something looking of low quality and awful. She is turning into an old lady much sooner than anyone would have wanted. She has had the same hair cut for about 30 years. She is a huge dork, and not in a good way (old lady annoying way). When she doesn't know how to do something, she gets frustrated and annoyed and gives up (couldn't figure out how to put my hair in a bun, so she got all annoyed and then gave up and i had to do it myself). Moving upstate was a decision her and my father decided on, but she was the one who suggested her old home town (aka the center of nowhere and a bonafide shithole). She is a push-over and a people-pleaser and never stands up for herself. She lets my dad (whom I also am not too big of a fan of) act like a complete dick to her and control her life in hopes of better days.
To sum up, I hate that my mother has no style, fashion sense...anything of that nature.
I hate that my mother is such a goddamn country bumpkin and loves the town that we currently reside in.
I hate that we haven't moved since then because she is such a country bumpkin and loves the town that we currently reside in despite everyone else in the family hating it.
I hate that she is such a push-over and you can't ever get her to tell you want she wants or wants to do because she just wants to please you.
I don't hate my mother, but I hate a large quantity of the characteristics that make up her personality.
Between dealing with her all summer and my father who is a fucking dick (I don't even want to begin to get into that) and their fights, stuck in a town that sucks, and essentially hating my life, my summer is going to be terrible. The End.