estranged

it's a really weird thing to be estranged from my mother, but i usually don't think about it too much--except one day each year.

i wonder...does she think about me today? probably, but only to curse about me, i'm sure.

in her eyes, i'm the world's worst daughter, but in my eyes, she was never my mother to begin with.

giving birth and being a mother are two entirely different things, and she did one but never really even tried to do the other.

treating your daughter like a barbie doll doesn't really count as mothering. neither does hitting her with a hairbrush just because she tried to talk to you while you were on the phone. or drinking and then letting your new husband "play" with your eldest daughter while the youngest (me) watched. ah, youth.

just some of the (many) reasons i don't talk to my mother...