Mommy Dearest
Teenage Girls tend to hate their mothers for various reasons.
No arguments there. Right?
I mean, it's like, God intended us girls to hate our moms for ruining our lives. For being fun-suckers.
Right?
This morning, I thought: Wrong.
Yes, this morning, I started questioning why I hate my mom in the first place.
And I started thinking about why I hated her so much when she went through so much pain just to give birth to me. Imagine the hours of labor and the nine months of carrying me in her womb, indirectly feeding me, and not smoking for so long a time*I think* and she was a Caesarian, too!
I mean, if I went through all that for my kid, I wouldn't quit talking about all the pain whenever he/she pissed me off in some way. Or started hating me the way I have come to hate my mom.
But then I started to think about my teenage years and how all the hate started.
* She invades my privacy. That is, reading my diary, my poetry *no-fuckin-one can read my poetry -- EVER!*, my love letters, looking at private pictures -- make out pics with my then-boyfriend (IMAGINE THE HORROR!!!).
* She was always against my plans of going out. I was never allowed to watch a movie with my friends or go out on a date. I had to be home before dinner if my dad ever persuaded her -- how suck ass is that?
* I was not allowed to have a boyfriend. So I had to have mine behind her back.
* I was not allowed to have a cellphone. So I had to hide mine from her for half a year.
* Boys were not allowed into my room. Not even the ugliest guy friend I had was allowed in there. So I had to sneak guys in. In fact, boys were hardly ever allowed into the house. Hell, I couldn't even meet them outside back in the day, without our gate blocking us from each other.
* Nine p.m. phone curfew. The latest I could stay on was ten.
* Two hour online curfew. I couldn't even chat with boys. Argh!
And, of course:
* The endless sermons. I hate her voice. Imagine listening to it for hours on end about stupid shit.
Now, I no longer wonder why I've hated her so much for so long already.
Yes, the hatred is back again.
And yes, it's stronger than ever.
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No arguments there. Right?
I mean, it's like, God intended us girls to hate our moms for ruining our lives. For being fun-suckers.
Right?
This morning, I thought: Wrong.
Yes, this morning, I started questioning why I hate my mom in the first place.
And I started thinking about why I hated her so much when she went through so much pain just to give birth to me. Imagine the hours of labor and the nine months of carrying me in her womb, indirectly feeding me, and not smoking for so long a time*I think* and she was a Caesarian, too!
I mean, if I went through all that for my kid, I wouldn't quit talking about all the pain whenever he/she pissed me off in some way. Or started hating me the way I have come to hate my mom.
But then I started to think about my teenage years and how all the hate started.
* She invades my privacy. That is, reading my diary, my poetry *no-fuckin-one can read my poetry -- EVER!*, my love letters, looking at private pictures -- make out pics with my then-boyfriend (IMAGINE THE HORROR!!!).
* She was always against my plans of going out. I was never allowed to watch a movie with my friends or go out on a date. I had to be home before dinner if my dad ever persuaded her -- how suck ass is that?
* I was not allowed to have a boyfriend. So I had to have mine behind her back.
* I was not allowed to have a cellphone. So I had to hide mine from her for half a year.
* Boys were not allowed into my room. Not even the ugliest guy friend I had was allowed in there. So I had to sneak guys in. In fact, boys were hardly ever allowed into the house. Hell, I couldn't even meet them outside back in the day, without our gate blocking us from each other.
* Nine p.m. phone curfew. The latest I could stay on was ten.
* Two hour online curfew. I couldn't even chat with boys. Argh!
And, of course:
* The endless sermons. I hate her voice. Imagine listening to it for hours on end about stupid shit.
Now, I no longer wonder why I've hated her so much for so long already.
Yes, the hatred is back again.
And yes, it's stronger than ever.
For other stuff I've written, click here:
On Guys I want: http://spaces.msn.com/members/squooshyboo
On Skipping Class for Shesha: http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=oZ_aNgeL_oZ&tab=weblogs&uid=365913832