Life’s Challenges.
One day I woke up like any other ordinary day, with My Mom yelling in the background “ Get Up for School or else your not going to be going to work tonight.” Sounds like any ordinary life right? Wrong? My life is far from ordinary. I live in a weird family who doesn’t have any respect for one another and who intrude on people’s privacy/ life and a mother who takes her bad days out on everyone else in the family. Everyday seems like a bad day for her. All I hear when she gets home is how much of a mistake I am and that she wishes she never had me as well as her always calling me a failure. All the blame goes on me. What she doesn’t know is how much she’s hurting everyone around her including me. I’m the only one who stands up for themselves , and EVERY TIME it causes it causes this huge fight and more insults. It results in nothing. The only thing that becomes of it is sadness or in my case depression. She caused my depression for over a year. Pretty sad huh? Your own mother who gave birth to you and is supposed to love and care for you caused your depression. What does this mean? Does it mean she doesn’t love and care about me? Does this mean that I me... mean... nothing. At least that’s what I thought. Ever since I was twelve and got my first period, she favored my brother over me. She doesn’t blame him, its ONLY me. When he does something bad, she lets him off with it and then when it comes to me she’s got no sense of forgiveness. “Grounded for two months,” she’d say, just because SHE said so. My brother would get off Scott free. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of this favoritism, and I’m sick of being her punching bag. What she says does nothing but hurt me. I’m sick of her trying to prevent me from accomplishing my hopes and dreams. I’m sick of it! When did I deserve this huh? When did I? I have no answer... I can’t come to terms with My Mom, she’s too different and sometimes I feel so much hate and anger towards her that I want a different mother, and wish that I didn’t have this family... or this life. All I wanted was a family to love me. I’ve realized that I do have that. I’ve come to accept that this is my family. I am proud to be in this family. They are there to love and care for me, even though we have our fights. No family is perfect. Nor am I.
