Broken.

Turned Away.

I think perhaps, I always knew it would end this way. 

With me: in tears and mourning a home I never belonged to. 

And you: screaming about how ungrateful I was. Am. Always will be.  

As if I should thank you for all this pain, as if I should be a carbon copy of you.
 
You. Angry. Hateful. Judgemental. Impatient. Never wrong. Unaccepting. Condemning. Bitter. Mother. 

Mothers I think, are supposed to be loving and caring and kind. And you were never anything but disappointed in the fact that I wasn't a perfect version of you.

Fathers I think, are supposed to be accepting and helpful and so full of love that it makes you forget the dark days. And you were never anything but angry that I stood up for myself.

Parents I think, are supposed to love their child no matter what, teach them that they are always welcome in their arms.  

And all you ever did was turn me away.