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♡ Child of My Parents ♡

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I'm just like my mother, she's my inspiration. She's the reason I am the way I am.

My mother gets mad over the smallest things. I guess could say that she's complicated, she wants one thing and then another. She'd get mad at you for doing something. She'd insult you and call you names when you don't.

"When you don't understand what I'm saying, ask for details! You're just making yourself look stupid.."

"Why do you need to ask so many questions? Stop making my life so complicated!"

"You're smart right? Why are you acting so stupid??"

Whenever she would tell stories about family problems she would twist them. She would tell people how accepting she were towards her children. What she didn't tell people is how long it took her to do that. Of course, not including the parts where she was yelling, screaming and crying about how we were selfish because of our choice.

"When he told us he was gay, I knew I had no other choice but to accept it. He's my son and I love him"

"HOW SELFISH CAN YOU BE TO DO THIS TO ME?! YOUR OWN MOTHER! I prayed to God for you to be a man! Not like this! YOU'RE ALL SELFISH!"

She tells us that we have choices. (we don't) When we choose what she wants, she's happy. When we don't, she will do anything she can to make us choose the other option.

"You know, it's really selfish of you to choose that, have you ever thought about how other people would feel about that? How I would feel about that?"

The part that I hate the most, is whenever I'd get emotional around her. I hate telling her my problems, I hate telling her how I feel. Because I just know that she'd use it in an argument. Maybe now or in the future, she would.

"I'm sorry if I acted like that towards you guys.. I didn't know how bad of a mother I was with you guys.."

"I'm a bad mother righ?! YOU GUYS KEEP CRYING ABOUT HOW I'M A BAD MOTHER. YOU KEEP TELLING YOUR FRIENDS, WRITING IN YOUR LITTLE JOURNALS ABOUT HOW I'M SUCH A BAD MOTHER. IF I'M SUCH A BAD MOTHER, WHY DON'T YOU ALL JUST LEAVE?!"

"GO ON! WRITE IN YOUR JOURNALS JUST HOW BAD OF A MOTHER I AM. AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS HOW I'M SUCH A BITCH AFTER THAT"

But she's my mother. So I'm just like her.

My father gives me examples of how I should be treated, through how he treats my mother.

He takes my mother out on dates, on events. But she doesn't know, that the memories she had in those places with my father, are also other memories of the other women my father has.

My father's a cheater, is what I mean.

He abandons my mother then comes back to her. I mean, who is my mother to refuse right? Then he leaves again.

He is the first male figure I know. I hate how he treats my mother. But he's my father, so I can't help but attach myself to people like him.

I'm unlovable because of my mother, I'm afraid to love because of my father.

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