You constantly inform me that I am a no good child, that none of your children listen to what you tell then to do. Well maybe we would listen to you if you had raised us. Instilled in us that you were a parent, there to raise us, teach us rights from wrongs, someone who provided unconditional love. Well I guess you missed that part when you handed off the mothering to my brothers to me. At 4 I was to help with Matt and by 5 I was responsible for Aaron after he got home from the hospital. I was a fucking child, almost 5, and you expected me to be a mom.
I needed to make sure they behaved, that they were tucked into bed at night, that they didn't interrupt whatever you were doing. And if these boys, these young boys even stepped a toe across the line I was the one that got reprimanded. You always liked to hit my arms an legs and just throw things around. Not to mention pulling my hair to get me to relent when you wanted your way. Back then I didn't know what else to do. I thought this was supposed to happen. That this was a normal thing.
Now I am a grown up, a 23 year old young woman. Yet you still find this need to rule over me, You try to control when i go out, who I go to see, what I do, and so on. You yell that chores in the house don't get done right, yet we follow your methods to a T every time we do laundry, run the dishwasher, etc. If things aren't done right, then it involves yelling, throwing objects, and hitting. I am not a child and i do understand what you want. It is not my fault that you don't know what you want. You yell at me about what I wear, what i do with my body, what I chose as a profession. Nothing I do is good enough for you. I went away to College in order to focus on my studies at an amazing education center. I graduate with a 2.8, and instantly found a job. I had a plan and followed through with it, yet it still wasn't right. "Your pay should be better, you should get a degree in something you can do something with". Nothing was good enough for you Mom. I try to come out and figure out who i am as a budding adult and I don't even do that right. according to you. I went and got a tattoo. A FLIPPING TATTOO?!?!?! Seriously there is so much more that I could be doing so many worst things but I chose not to and you have to react with a "What the Hell is that". No generic that's nice or as long as you are happy, no just
'you need to go find a plastic surgeon to take it off" I got a tattoo...GET OVER IT! I am 23, and I can do what I want with my body. I didn't cause any harm to you and you didn't pay for it, so why does it matter what I get placed on my body.
Heaven forbid I have anxiety issues and am being treated for depression. You remind me every day that my "depression" is me seaking attention and that I sould cut it out since depression is all in a person's head and they just need to stop thinking like they are. Thanks for the support mom. You and your standards were what started my need to release everything inside of me through SI. You are like a hurricane. You suck people into your way of thinking and spit them back out like you, leaving me surrounded by your negativity and ideals. I can't go anywhere without someone knowing you. I have no time to relax, no place for me to release. So I just cut. Bet you didn't even know it. I know you have seen the scabs and scars and tell me to be more careful at work or school. You don't even see what is in front of your face, that your daughter is hurting and just wants her mom.
The only words you have for me every day are "You were such a mistake" and "You fucked everything up"
I can't do this anymore Mom. I have become so anxious about me and how people perceive me thanks to all the bilittleing comments you have walled up between us. I don't believe in myself or what others tell me. I feel like I have been broken and others just need to stay away from me. I am not supposed to be a perfect adult. Lord knows I haven't even begun to make mistakes in the growing up process. I can't be at your beck and call every hour of the day. I JUST WANT TO LIVE MY DAMN LIFE!!! Not the one you keep stuffing down my throat.