A lady in the crowd
Coping With Hatred.
One of my many problems is coping with my mother. As each day passes I secretly find myself detesting her more. It's something unnatural in my
morals, yet hatred continues to boil within my veins.
"Learn to forgive," my grandmother always said ending her daily prayers.
My family and friends tell me that I have a noble heart. Their unbearable warm lies drives me mad. I know I'm no generous kind hearted woman, if I was then why would I treat my mother like a savage animal?
If only I had the strength to forgive, a generous heart, or a forgetful memory.
After our frequent fights I restlessly pondered the room in circles. With my fingernails tugging against my scalp I cried, "Put me out of my fucking misery already! Our relationship isn't healthy we need to see a therapist." She stubbornly convinced herself that therapy would only make our situation worse; come on woman don't knock it till you try it.
I can no longer bare watching her cry in a pool of tears all because of her resentful cruel daughter. Her happiness is my priority, so I've been doing everything in my hands to clear away from my own mother. I don't have a clue how, but I will search for a way to get this overwhelming hatred out of my system. Till then, I've departed away from her life. For now I'm positive that this is the best for the both of us.