I wish I could say that it gets easier, that the mistakes of our parents doesn’t shape us, change us. I wish, I could tell you that your parents influence was like some bad rash , that you got rid of when you turned eighteen and you could move on with your life. It doesn’t leave you, you may repress it or you could own it, but you will always be a product of your environment.
At some point, girl you will realize that raising children is hard and even when you have the best intentions, shit happens sometimes. One day soon, I hope that you forgive your mother; for all the things that she did or never got the chance to do. It’s a hard way to live, hating, despising the woman who carried you in her body and her heart. the thing is, she could’ve aborted you, flushed you like a ply of tissue from a roll. yet, she kept you, she cleaned your nose and wiped your ass. you owe her at least some semblance of respect.
You blame her for every bad thing that has ever happened to you, guilty by proxy, because it had to be her fault. but baby girl, a lot of the results in your life are based on the choices that you made as a woman. Yes, she may have abandoned you, or maybe she hasn’t shown you the type of love that you craved, but she gave you what she could. she deserves more than a insulting rant on the top of your Facebook page.
I hate picking sides, but its time for you to grow up, stop being the victim, put on your big girl panties and learn to love and forgive. Not for her, not to clear her conscience, but so that you can move on, thrive and live a life of purpose.
Make it right
your friend (who will tell you when you acting like an ass)