HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF (Completed)

How I (part 5)

My mom and dad

For those of you who have not read my bio, I am jamaican. I left Jamaica probably seven or eight years ago, with my mom to the UK.

I don't have my father in my life, he was there when I was a baby, and I have very few recent memories of my interactions with him because it was so very little.

Now that we have got that out of the way, we go right over to my mom. I don't have a good relationship with her. Never have and I don't think I ever will. However, I want you guys to keep in mind that this is purely for you, not for any kind of pity. I am giving you guys a slight insight on my life for you guys to see that anything is possible to get out of, if you keep positive and say no to the voices.

Moving on. Now when you are young you don't pay that much attention to a lot of things, I definitely didn't. I was too busy being a kid you know. So around that time I didn't realise the type of person my mom really was until we first came to the UK.

I say until we first came to the UK, because, when I was in Jamaica I was of course surrounded by a lot of my family members and pretty much had no time to interact with my mom that closely.

Now back to the point. When I got here I had to grow up fast, I started to realise the kind of person my mom was and I got the chance to realise who I was as a person. It takes very tough situations to show you how much of an angel you are and how much of a blessing you are to this world.

My mom is the kind of person who does not make time for me. Everything that does not have to do with me, she would run for the chance at being a part of it. So I would often interrupt whatever she is doing just to feel as if someone actually cared for me.

She does not allow me to speak. If I do speak, she talks over me. Now we all know that when someone is talking over you, you talk louder to get your point across. She does not see that as something that makes sense for me to do, she deems that as a disrespect and rush me out of her room. When that is done, that is another one of my problems I had to keep tucked away because the way how I saw it, I couldn't talk to her about nothing because I just didn't matter, period.

Whenever she argues with me about something that is completely dumb, it is always about something completely dumb, she does not talk to me and keeps malice with me for however long she pleased.

Those things really affected me to the point where i barely ever missed a day where I didn't cry myself to sleep.

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Thank you for reading. Don't forget to love yourself. In the next chapter there will be a part two of my mom, this will be where I mention a lot more about her and anything else I feel the need to drop in.