I was doing my homework, normal. Mom call me up to the kitchen to something. its a pot. A pot that was put away without getting washed, normal; mom always had to freak out over something small. I dont make my bed and she refuses to give me a ride to school. She is in the middle of her screaming I feel something rise up from the pit of my stomach......something that has been there for a long time, getting bigger and bigger till this moment when it comes out. Hate.
The hate that my mom has let me build up finally reaches the suface. I start screaming that she is a superficial fake who ashamed that I'm her daughter and on and on about all the times she told me to be more like the beautiful girls in school. The whole time I'mscreaming, she's trying to yell over me to shut up, or be quet; yet I dont back down...
A few hours later mom is still on how i should improve myself whe she turns into an actress...mom told me "I would rather die than know you hate me, I would never try and make you feel bad." I felt like slapping her in the face!
Never hurt me? NEVER HURT ME!!!! what does she think shes doing when she goes on about how evil my dad is, or when she doesn't hide the fact that she loves my brother more than me..............she is such a b***h!
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