You order me around like a little puppet.
I follow because you are my mother.
I do as I'm told but I get criticised, made fun of, pushed around because I'm the black sheep in the family.
When I'm upset, it's always "She's your mother. Respect her." But when you're upset, you can ignore me for weeks and it's never; "He's your child. Talk to him. Take care of him. Love him."
And you wonder why I isolate myself in a room...
