My mother, not a horrendous person, but not one I would say I experience a happy feeling while saying her name. She was raised in a rather unconventional way. Her mother and father were very religious. She never received affection from her parents, therefore she wasn't an expert at expressing it herself. "Mom loves you, she just has her own way of showing it," my sister would always say.
She did indeed have her own way of showing her love. It consisted of demanding the best from you and expecting nothing less, giving you a chance to make your own choice only when her way was the best option, and manipulating you into doing whatever she wishes. Most children, when receiving perfecr scores on everything academic, would receive praise from their authority figures; I on the other hand received no acknowledgement of my success, only threats if I ever dropped below perfection.
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You Made Me This Way
SaggisticaAll that I am has been influenced by my parents. We all hate to admit it but it's true. This is the story of how I have developed as a human being, in the path that my parents paved for me.
