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I try to do what's right in your eyes. I take interest in your day, your health, and do what I can to help out knowing that you are in pain and just making it by. However this does NOT give you the right to walk all over me. I am your daughter for pete's sake! You treat me like a damn doormat. Showing any concern makes me a noisy bitch in your eyes. Not being able to attend to something at the exact moment you ask me to makes me a lazy, good for nothing child. You say I have no right to ask you to give me some space or to have some "me" time. My life is supposed to revolve around you and your health crisis. I do care about what you are going through, and I want to help, but I can;t do this anymore. Fuck you mom. Fuck you and your condescending attitude. Honestly I have so much other crap that is getting pushed on me, I can;t take yours right now.
You are too busy with the woe is me to notice what is coming out of your mouth, or do you even care. Your words hurt. They cut me to the core, but that doesn't seem to matter to you. You don't notice the new cuts on me, or the fact that all I do is sleep from the time I get home from work till I have to get up the next morning. How about the fact that I haven't eaten dinner with the family in weeks now, and I don't get food when you make me drive you on your all day shopping excursions. You ignore it when I come home in tears, god forbid I show any weakness. I am falling so far back into my depression that you would think it would make you back off a bit, but no. Depression is a made up diagnosis on my end, and I don't have it.
Seriously? I'm taking antidepressants because I didn't think I was on enough medications for everything else health wise I have. Either use our damn eyes to see the child who is hurting in front of you or just leave me the hell alone. It's your choice, but I know you won't make either one.