My Mom = Selfish Cow
I have hated my mother since I was in grade three. I know it sounds a little harsh for someone to hate their mother when since they were eight but I did and I do.
I started hating her when I took home an extra credit english worksheet. I was to find the noun. Now you might think that's easy now, but i was little and didn't really understand anything. I wa sitting at the dinning room table in a big wooden chair by the table and Mmy mother was trying to help me. After a while she got frusterated and kept screaming 'Fine the Noun! Find the Noun' I told her I didn't know what a noun was and she grabbed my neck and pushed my head to the back of the chair. She got right up to my face and through clenched teeth said one more time 'Find the Noun.' I wanted to cry but i didn't. My step sister was sitting a meter away, playing with my beads, and saw the whole thing. My mother still denies it to this day, but my step sister and I remember, and talk about it everytime I see her.
We have had off and on llittle spats about everything. My mother's insane when it comes to cleaning. For example, I'll have just walked in the door sit down in a livingroom chair and sling my jacket over the arm. I'll get up to go to the bathroom and she'll get mad at me for not haning up my coat in the closet. Or I'll have litteraly just finnished eating something and she'll walk into the room saying why I hadn't put the dishes in the dish washer. And don't get me started on all the crap about my room, even though several times we'd agree that my room is my space, I keep the door closed i can do with it what i please.
One time in grade seven I was to make a family tree, for english class. I did it the long ways and put my grandparents on the bottom, like the roots, and the rest of my family went upwards. It had taken me forever to colour and make look great. I showed it to her so proud of my work and she told me I did it wrong. Took me back to the small low table I had been working on, ripped all the photos off and gave me a new paper. She put the photos where she wanted them and told be to get started since it was already a day late. I was gonna get up and grab some food and she say I wasn't dont so she pushed me over back down to the table and told me I wasn't done yet. I whispered to myself 'I hate you' and she stormed back into the room saying mockingly 'I hate you. Oh I hate you.' Again I wanted to cry but didn't.
I remember another time she had done something I hadn't liked and so I did something else back. I don't remember what it was exactly but oh well. She wanted me to apologize, but I wanted her to apologize for something aswel. I had dropped something in the kitchen and got a wrag to clean it up. She got right up to be and said 'apologize' and I said 'You apologize fir-' and that was when she slapped me straight across the face. Her boyfriend and best friend sitting in the dinning room right infront of us, where they could clearly see everything. Then she said clean it up, pounting to the thing I had dropped and so I had to bend down, right infront of her to pick it up. I didn't want to because she just stood there hovering over me like I was neeling at her feet and I could see a smug look on her face as I nelt down. When I stood up again she just smiled and walked away back to her friends.
And today: I had been sick for the past two weeks and the v-principal called to talk to my mother about the abssences so she mad an apointment to go see him this morning, we were bother there. The morning before we left she called on of her friends up and said how I'd been skipping classes and just bitching about me to her friend, and I was just upstares so I could hear everything. When we got to the office the V-P said how it wasn't acceptable to be skipping classes and I wanted to say 'but I was sick' but I just couldn't seem to move. My mother said 'oh wel she was sick for the first week' (yeah the first week, I had been sick for both weeks) and they talked about the me whole time like I was some bad kid that had been skipping. I had gotten all of my homework from my friends,I had sure it was spacific; 'what notes did we take today', 'what pages do we read'. Not just 'did we get any homework?' And she knows I did. And through out the entire meeting she just sat there like I had been skipping. The Vic-P put me on this stupid list where they send my mom my attendance very week and she's like 'I think that will really help us get her to school on time' Like I had been SKIPPING. Not SICK, but SKIPPING! And later I had to go back to the V-P's office because I had left my umberella there and that's when I told him 'I was sick for those two weeks and I didn't makesure to be spacific about asking for my homework and I'm caught up in every class but one, and I'm almost there' and that's when he did it. He pulled his arms up and pretended to play a violin. He was mocking me. The V-P! Throughout the whole day I just wanted to cry. And when I got home later today i did. I just balled my eyes out for everything my mother had ever done to me.
When she asked why I was crying I blew up telling all about my day and how I felt like I was being puniched for something I didn't do and she said she'd get me off the list and make everything okay. I started to feel better, but then she said 'and we can get you some sleeping pills so you can get up on time and we'll just limit you computer, and TV time so that it's not such a drestaction.' Like I was being punished again. And she kept saying we'll get you some help don't worry. Like I was sick! Then to top it off she added 'Did something happen when you were at your father's that I should know about?'
**** I hate me mother. Nothing is ever her fault it's always someone elses and it's always my dad. She's told be she hates lifing with me and I told her I have a place to go. My best friends mom told me to call if anything bad ever goes wrong. So I called my friend to make arrainments to stay at her house and she called my sister, who is 27 and complained about how i was gonna move out. And my sister got mad at me for it. After my mother had just TOLD me to move out. And another time I said 'you want me to move out, fine. I will' she said 'ou really thing any one will want you?'
I hate her so much. Any way, that's all I have to say right now. I just needed a good place to vent.