God damn it.
Any mothers that actually come and read this... yeah, I haven't lived with you, I don't know how you'd react, I'm not going to say this is you. There are exceptions.
My mother... where the fuck can I start? Well, I'll simply ramble for now.
My mother has two sides to her. She's very caring, responsible, a hard worker, friendly, funny, and a lot of other positive things... but right now, I need to vent, so I'm focusing on what makes me tick.. I vented to a friend of mine, I think I wrote it best like this.
...Long story short, my mother is a controlling bitch who tries to make us happy and thinks by controlling us and trying to force us into thinking that she's the only one who gets to be a bitch or upset or angry 24/7, we'll be a happy family and avoid whatever bullshit my grandmother put it through. Want to know the ironic part? She's simply making us the exact same kind of person she was when we were her age... and on a personal note I would rather go emo and stab myself than turn into my mother.
Every time I try to talk to her, it almost always somehow, someway, turns into a fight. It could be about some random topic, and depending on whether she's mad about the sky being blue or not, it'll either be an okay topic, or one where she turns into the scratched record. By scratched record, I mean by her always talking about herself.
An example... I once told her that I've been fucking up in school because I've been assigned hours by power-hungry cock mongrels over at a party store. My mother goes into a fucking sob-story about her hardships with her mother, her going to college to be a nurse while we barely had a place to live while still working, her this, and that... but what she doesn't realize is that one, I'm not her. Two, I don't need to do this to survive. Three, I don't have kids to feed. Four, I am myself, I could live off of little food and plenty of fluid for the rest of my life. What she doesn't seem to comprehend is that every point she had is nearly fucking invalid because she's trying to say "Well I had to do this fifty five times worse than I hope you'll ever have it!"
...At this rate, I'll already be her mentally.
Yet she wonders why I would want to get an apartment with my friends, highly enjoy going up to New Hampshire, enjoy traveling... fucking wake up.
My mom may have her better qualities, but there is at least twice as much recoil as anyone seems to think there is.
My mother... where the fuck can I start? Well, I'll simply ramble for now.
My mother has two sides to her. She's very caring, responsible, a hard worker, friendly, funny, and a lot of other positive things... but right now, I need to vent, so I'm focusing on what makes me tick.. I vented to a friend of mine, I think I wrote it best like this.
...Long story short, my mother is a controlling bitch who tries to make us happy and thinks by controlling us and trying to force us into thinking that she's the only one who gets to be a bitch or upset or angry 24/7, we'll be a happy family and avoid whatever bullshit my grandmother put it through. Want to know the ironic part? She's simply making us the exact same kind of person she was when we were her age... and on a personal note I would rather go emo and stab myself than turn into my mother.
Every time I try to talk to her, it almost always somehow, someway, turns into a fight. It could be about some random topic, and depending on whether she's mad about the sky being blue or not, it'll either be an okay topic, or one where she turns into the scratched record. By scratched record, I mean by her always talking about herself.
An example... I once told her that I've been fucking up in school because I've been assigned hours by power-hungry cock mongrels over at a party store. My mother goes into a fucking sob-story about her hardships with her mother, her going to college to be a nurse while we barely had a place to live while still working, her this, and that... but what she doesn't realize is that one, I'm not her. Two, I don't need to do this to survive. Three, I don't have kids to feed. Four, I am myself, I could live off of little food and plenty of fluid for the rest of my life. What she doesn't seem to comprehend is that every point she had is nearly fucking invalid because she's trying to say "Well I had to do this fifty five times worse than I hope you'll ever have it!"
...At this rate, I'll already be her mentally.
Yet she wonders why I would want to get an apartment with my friends, highly enjoy going up to New Hampshire, enjoy traveling... fucking wake up.
My mom may have her better qualities, but there is at least twice as much recoil as anyone seems to think there is.