My Story

Pain

So around that same time, my fragile relationship with my mom got increasingly worse. Now, my mom was a great person, I'm sure. But I have a problem, that makes me annoyingly stubborn and completely obnoxious and fond of pushing people's buttons. So when my moms amazing temper takes hold, bad things happen.

So when I got older, I just learned to defend myself more.

So instead of slaps to the forehead for being an idiot and a lot of yelling turned to pushing me down the stairs and pulling me by my hair and then screaming at me.

So yeah, fragile relationship.

And even though I respected her as a mom, I no longer cared for her. But no one noticed. I was just a therapist to them.

Talk about used.

But even though my friendships felt a little one-sides, I was ok. But man, did it hurt at times. When I couldn't breathe because of the pain that consumed me. The way my heart would pound when I would here her coming closer. I was terrified.

But no one noticed. To them, I was a happy child who would be immature and laugh but at home, I was a baby.

Once I saw a quote that said, "you're problems are smaller than someone's." All I could think was, "well it still sucks."

At least I have a sense of humor...

I'm kind of hilarious. It's pretty amazing the six pack I got from my own jokes. Does that make me cocky? Nah.

Well, I guess this is it.

Bye.