Today I told my mom pretty much that I hated her. We got into this big arguement about nothing. Then we got into another one and it was about my best friend/sisster. She told me I was hanging out with her too much and asked me if we were gay. I said ” You know what I’m getting tired of being accused of being gay. But I’m not and neither is she. Maybe she’s not old enough to be my mother but at least she’d treat me like a mother is supposed to because obviously you don’t give a shit about me. And if you have a problem with us hanging out then I’m leaving.” She said “Then where are you going to go” I said ” I don’t know. But where ever I do end up at least I’ll know they appreciate me.” She said ” Okay then go somewhere I don’t want to deal with your crap anymore anyway” and slammed my door. This person I am living with will never be a mother to me. Eventually she will become just the person that gave birth to me.
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Is this your blood sister? If so, tell your mom that she needs to live out her deep dark lesbian fantasies, thats probably why shes accusing you at all. My mom used to accuse my sister and i and my best friend and i of being lesbians allllllll the time, i was like 11 years old. When people are judgemental towards you…more so, when your parents are, take it in and dont fight back. Its honestly pointless, you have to take a mature approach. NOTHING SENSIBLE EVER COMES OUT OF ARGUING. two people arguing never stop and scream WELL YOUR RIGHT!! DAMN, IM SORRY! the anger is too fun for the brain. Speak to her. Just go back and speak to her man, dont lose your HOME OVER A SILLY RIDICULOUS ARGUMENT. I say this from the heart. I hate my mother and I wish i didn’t. But she was inevitable (shes schizophrenic and addicted to drugs) but if your mom is normal, talk it out. theres only one mom, i wish i had mine.
Oh and my mom ended up being a secret lesbian, that was my first point ^
I’ve had more than a few arguments with my own mother, it seems like most of them were because I couldn’t have my own life because the state the family was in. I had to raise my youngest sister, I was nine and practically had my own kid, and Hannah and I will never have a normal brother-sister relationship. At the time, I hated my mother, I was a truant every year I was in school, between raising my sister and getting under-the-table jobs so I could put every penny into making sure we could all eat, I had no time or freedom. As much as I hated my mother, and as hard as it is to even think about forgiving her for that, I can honestly say that I love my mom. She had four kids and a less than faithful husband, it doesn’t make her actions right, but nobody can do everything right in any given situation.
All of that is just to say that, maybe your mother is just being crazy, or maybe there’s something she’s going through right now that she just can’t handle, but if she’s anything like mine, she’ll eventually see what she’s done wrong and try to reach out to you, and wherever you’re at when that happens, please just let her say whatever it is she needs to say, you don’t even have to have any contact with her after that, but let her try to say that she’s sorry. My mom waited until I was twenty, and we still only manage awkward conversation, but she’s my mother, even if it took her twenty years to start being my mom.
Sorry if that sounds preachy or anything