I always think that my mom honestly hates everything I do. Im so sorry, but writing it in this way hurts a little less, or at least that s what I want to believe...
In front of you, I have never been enough and I wonder mom, if one day I will be.
Scene 1
Girls like you will never go to heaven. Why didn't you help your brother make his bed? You just did yours.
My brother is only 3 years younger than me, he can make his bed.
An icy look and a, God forgive her, emerged later.
Scene 2
My face all sprouted, allergic reaction to a drug. On the way to the dermatologist. Me crying.
Stop making scenes. You don't see that we are in public. Behave.
I wouldn't stop crying and you wouldn't stop invalidating me.
Scene 3
You ask if your dad is cleaning up the mess he made on the floor. it was nothing
She approaches me and sees the supposed disaster. I tell her again it was nothing.
Here in this house nobody pays attention to me, you never listen to me. And after that, she doesn't speak to me again.
Mother?
There's no answer.
Scene 4
Clean room. All in order.
What a mess you have in your room. You have to be more organized.
There was nothing out of place. I say
Nothing can be said to you. You always respond to everything I say. I will not say anything to you again.
Scene 5
In my room, on vacation, reading a book.
A banal question and I answer a banal answer.
That is why no one speaks to you in this house. Have you noticed that no one speaks to you in this house? It is impossible to talk to you. Everyone prefers not to talk to you.
She leaves and there I was. With the book in my hands and a question that never leaves my lips.
Mom ... will one day Ill be enough for you? Do you hate me?