My Mom Likes My Brother More Than MeIt all started when I was 2. That's when my brother was born. All of a sudden my mom started spending more time with him so my grandma took care of me. I always thought that my mom just had to take care of the baby cause he was little and helpless. But deep inside I felt that my brother was gonna change my life, not only being a sister,but something else. When I was 5 my grandma got me a unicorn to sleep with every night so I wouldn't be alone.when I was 6 my mom would hit me and scream at me for no reason. i'd ask my mom if I could get something to eat since it was either breakfast lunch or dinner "GET IT YOURSELF YOU LITTLE S***! " so I would have to make ceral and eat it for breakfast luch and dinner. One day I got tired of it so I went to go get a pickle from the pickle jar and when I opened the fridge,BAM! The pickle jar fell right on my foot my dad came to help me and told my mom "oh she'll get over it" said my mom. That day I had glass stick in my foot about 4 inches and I was bleeding severly. But when my brother would get hurt like let's say he fell down,he would start crying and my mom would come rushing to help him. I would cry in my room every day. Starting to think tthat my mom didn't love me but i'd always deny it. Every day my brother would also get a really expensive toy from toys r us andmy mom said I was to spoiled to get any toys,even though I helped more than my brother and plus I also had nothing but a crib from when I was born to sleep in and a little blanket. When I turned 7 my mom had to be forced to to come to my my birthday parties. And when my grandma got kicked out of her house she moved into ours, she slept in my room and I finally got a bed to sleep in. My grandma and I used to watch the golden girls on a tiny tv she bought for 20 bucks and she'd by little candies and soda pop we would eat in the tiny bedroom. One day my mom caught us having fun and she started kicking everything over and destroying stuff. " THIS LITTLE PEICE OF CRAP DOESN'T DESERVE ANYTHING! WHY THE F**** ARE YOU REWARDING HER!?". And that was the last happy day I would have. I had no friends, and my own mother hated me. When I was 8 I started seeing that my mom would comfortt my brother over the littlest things. My mom would say I love you to him or oh my little baby and hug or kiss him. I saw what I never got, love. I am like a prisoner in that house, I never got to go outside or have fun. I would just clean up the messes my brother and my mom make. Right now at school I have friends to comfort me. One of them tries cheering me up with his jokes. I live with my grandma cause I can't stand to see my mothers face nor my brothers. I. Am 11 right now and on to 12. I cry and feel miserable everyday after what my mom has done to me, while others cry over how they dirty their blankey.I've tried running away sometimes. But now I dont . Now I have what I have always yearned for,love from my grandma.
milkshakecb1 13-15 25 Responses 4 Feb 14, 2012