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Who motivates their child through insults and put-downs?
My mother does....
I swear I'm never coming back, ever again.
Whenever I get down and depressed and feel like the world is just giving me too much to handle I always feel like coming home thinking that I'll find comfort and refuge here. But everytime I come home I'm reminded of how false that hope is.
But that applies to a lot of things in my life. I clearly see the truth, but when it comes to making a decision I always go back to the old one, the one that I know is going to burn me. I always pick the road that I've been down, hoping that this time things are going to turn out differently, that things are going to finally happen the way that I hope they will.
I guess I'm just a fool, thinking that things will be as I hope them to be. I never want to face the harsh reality.
Home isn't as comforting as I think it is on those lonely days in the apartment. I know that my family loves me and I definitely love them, but I guess when I'm away from home I just have this image in my head of what home is like. But it's not as great as I think.
Insults are her choice for motivating words... and they have been all my life. You would think after 21 years of using insults as motivation and having them not work, she would learn a new method of motivation.... but no.... I guess the inability to learn from the past runs in the family
I swear if I get one more motivating speech from my mother, I'm going to have to kill myself.
My mother does....
I swear I'm never coming back, ever again.
Whenever I get down and depressed and feel like the world is just giving me too much to handle I always feel like coming home thinking that I'll find comfort and refuge here. But everytime I come home I'm reminded of how false that hope is.
But that applies to a lot of things in my life. I clearly see the truth, but when it comes to making a decision I always go back to the old one, the one that I know is going to burn me. I always pick the road that I've been down, hoping that this time things are going to turn out differently, that things are going to finally happen the way that I hope they will.
I guess I'm just a fool, thinking that things will be as I hope them to be. I never want to face the harsh reality.
Home isn't as comforting as I think it is on those lonely days in the apartment. I know that my family loves me and I definitely love them, but I guess when I'm away from home I just have this image in my head of what home is like. But it's not as great as I think.
Insults are her choice for motivating words... and they have been all my life. You would think after 21 years of using insults as motivation and having them not work, she would learn a new method of motivation.... but no.... I guess the inability to learn from the past runs in the family
I swear if I get one more motivating speech from my mother, I'm going to have to kill myself.