Mar 31, 2009 16:52
I heard of daughters hating their mom. And that whatever complex thing that children have for their parents?
it's normal for a child to get mad at their parents, much less hate them.
but when i say i hate her, i REALLY do hate her.
Mom is such a wonderful short word for someone so important. But mine just reeks of disappointments, heartache, intense difference of ideas, opinions, personality and thoughts, regret, uneasiness, and just plain hatred.
Right now i'm raging mad- you wouldn't notice it because i put up a brave face- i don't want to give her the satisfaction of getting the best of me.
I hate her, more than i hate anybody else. Those girls who bullied me in grade 5 is nothing compared to her. She's worse than all my worst nightmares.
I have to get a job- something that will take up all my 24 hours a day attention- so i wouldn't be stuck here at home having to decide whether to shut up or just blow up.
Why can't she be just like those ordinary moms who tells stories to their children at night? or that cool mom who hangs out with her daughter and do girly stuff?
Why does she have to be such a cruel, insensitive, mean, ugly bitch?
Even dad had to put up with her, Dad with that endless stream of patience. But i know he's cracking, too. We all are.
I hate HATING her.
inner rage,
mother,
regret,
disappointment