I thought mothers were to love their children I thought mothers were supportive I thought they would give their all just for their kids .
Maybe other mothers did but mine never loses any chance to remind me of how worthless and pathetic I am I really loved her but she hated me to the core she always reminded me of how I was more of a cause to her rather than a blessing to her
She loved my other siblings but I was different and she hated me for that
Sometimes o wonder why I looked so much like her I was her very own replica wasn't she supposed to love me ? No it even made it worst
When I was a child all I wanted to achieve was to be acknowledged by my very own mother I wanted my mother to hold me cherish me and say sweet words to me that was just a wish that was never meant to be true i really wanted