Shana
I’ve skipped school for a couple of days now. I called in sick to take care of my mom after she came home from the hospital. I’ve been cooking her meals and spending time with her watching TV series. And I guess that’s what makes hating her so hard. She isn’t always a d**k to me, and unless you’ve had a neglectful parent yourself, you couldn’t possibly understand my situation.
It isn’t easy to let go because, like it or not, my mom is my mom. My flesh and blood—you only get one of those, so cutting the ties isn’t easy. TV shows make it seem so easy. There is some “strong-willed” girl that says, “I’m done taking your s**t!” while cool music is playing. Then she jumps into her car and restarts her life. Well, newsflash—it isn’t that easy. Emotions will be emotions.
I love my mom and
