Even though I was able to understand my mother's love, I felt oddly burderned. Her love was only ever expressed by speaking negatively about other people, and sometimes those spiteful words were in turn thrown at me
I don't ever remember doing something as bad as she makes it out to be. What is it that makes you feel so wronged all the time?
I think its more like a form of possession than love. Parental love should be freeing and encouraging instead of it feeding off their children emotionally. The writing is just so great.
Even though I was able to understand my mother's love, I felt oddly burderned. Her love was only ever expressed by speaking negatively about other people, and sometimes those spiteful words were in turn thrown at me
I don't ever remember doing something as bad as she makes it out to be. What is it that makes you feel so wronged all the time?