Something I'd never thought I'd have
Joy. Happiness. A place to call home. I finally have what I wanted when I was a little girl, long before I was hit with the harsh reality that was growing up with my mother. As most girls grow up with a mother that helps them with clothing, hair, boy problems, and makeup....Mine was too concerned with how much I had ruined her. Ruined her body. Ruined her mind. Ruined her ability to be whoever she wanted to be that day, because she had someone who relied on her to feed and clothe them. Long story short, my mother and I have never gotten along. Maybe it was because, of the three kids (me, and my younger and older brothers) I was the only one she didn't breastfeed. Maybe it was because she felt pressured into having kids by my father, who she claims browbeat her into agreeing to have kids in some deluded idea that my father was competing with his younger brother. I grew up listening to my mother berate my father about me and the boys, because she never wanted kids yet she agree...