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I couldn't have come from her.



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I am the total opposite of my mother. She is very selfish, not very smart, and she is a drunk. I could never treat my kids the way she treated my brother and I. She didn't deserve to be able to have children, and she never really wanted us, just the welfare benefits that having us gave her. She never taught me anything about being a woman, a good person, or a mother, other than by leading by example, as if to say, "this is what you SHOULDN'T do". She is an embarassment to me, and I hate that I came into this world through her. I do everything for her, even though she deserves nothing from me, because i feel obligated. It makes no sense. She certainly never felt obligated to protect me from my abusive stepfather. She just let him do whatever he wanted to, because as long as he was happy, she was happy, and if ruining my childhood was what it took to make him happy, then she felt that MY childhood was her gift to him. It makes me sick to even look at her most of the time. My brother treats her horribly, and she always calls to complain to me about it. I know why he treats her so bad, but she sees no wrong in what she did to us, she is in denial. She will admit that she could have done a better job, but she won't ever admit to how bad it really was. She tries to take credit for my accomplishments, beaming about how well she raised me. Please. I raised myself. She was too busy having very loud, obvious sex in the middle of the afternoon to worry about her kids. She would send us out in the winter dragging a huge garbage bag full of bottles to the store to return and bring her back pop or cigarettes with.(you didn't have to be 18 to buy them at that time). She sent me to school when I was in kindergarten, telling me to "just try to find my way", because she wasn't willing to get her fat, lazy, welfare receiving ass out of bed and drive me. I could go on forever. I just cannot believe I came from her. I used to fantasize that I was adopted, and had a real mother out there somewhere.

by jennyb in Six-Word Momoirs on May 10, 2009 | add favorite | T-shirt

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TaNkGirrrl says,

I wish I came from a different mom & dad. Can't choose ur parents...only ur friends. Thankful 4 my friends (& dog). :-)

Ponchita says,

Wow I'm sorry about that but I know a sorry won't do anything but that's great that you went on with your life and that's a huge accomplishment.

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