Crow

Black Phoenix
2002-10-04 00:32:47 (UTC)

Genes

One would think that in order to properly raise a child,
the parent would have to be more mature than their
children. Sadly this has been disproven over and over by my
mother. Perhaps my dad thought his personality would make
up for my mothers stupidity. Of course, this plan does not
work if he doesn't live with the children. Day after day I
am exposed to one of the most unbearable people I have
encountered. I'll give an example. It's a dialogue. As with
most dialogues I have, I don't say much of anything.

Mom: Well?
Me: *takes off headphones*
Mom: Weeeeeeeell?!
Me: What?
Mom: WEEEEEEELLL!? WEEEEEEEEEELLL!?!?(she is sounding like
a high pitched horse at this point. This is on purpose.)
Me: What?
Mom: I dunno.
Me: *puts headphones back on*
Mom: *walks away*

It's always in the form of a joke when somebody suggests
the child was switched at birth. It's not all that hard to
do.

But you see, it couldn't have happened. I have so much in
common with my father. I am so much more like him than my
mother. But that's how it is. I only wish I could distance
myself from her without leaving the house. I can't, though.
She seeks me out.

I think one of the reasons why I hate my mother so much is
that she's one of the only people who can "get" to me. She
brings up emotions and feelings no one else can. Not love,
but pure, unfettered contempt and resentment. You might
think that I feel for everyone, and you're right. I hate
them, and I despise them. But with my mother it gets
personal. She gets to me, and I hate it. I wish I were
stronger. Strong enough to overcome her and her idiocies.
But I'm not. I have to work on it.

And so the scars accumulate.




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