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Hey, this is kinda cool. Sometimes it seems like everyone has a family but me!
I feel left out because I’d rather hang by my eyelids than deal with my mother. I always have to preface any conversation about her when speaking with someone who doesn’t know my situation with… “well, my mom’s kinda weird…” She seems to have some strange vendetta against me for being born. Then she tries to act all nicey-nicey like it’s all my fault that we don’t get along. Yeah, maybe I am weird, I don’t LIKE having a KNIFE plunged in my back every time I turn around… I guess I’m just kinda strange that way… : )
Anyhoo, in our last conversation she promised not to bother me anymore… YA-HOO!! Her excuse is that I’m “too angry to let go.” 
I try not to think about it, much less be angry about it. Everyone I know, when they see her do her wacky stuff, says to me, “I feel sorry for you.” It’s embarrassing!
This is final Email text of the end of the relationship. read for yourself here:
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Well, it was a great Mother’s Day for me, because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have to feel like a hypocrite and send her something. haha! Gads, I used to HATE THAT! Hee Hee! She’s GONE! hahahahah!
Thanks,
A girl
Hey aenea
I still think you should be thankful to your mother. I still think anyone who doesn’t respect the simple reason mothers day is around is selfish. In most of my learning, mothers day is about those who gave birth… to you… to your parents and so on…
Now with this in mind. You should forgive them all the things they’ve done to fuck up. Think about the things they did do, the things they did sacrifice to bring you into this world.
Again. Would you rather have not been born?!?
I you think that. I don’t see why you don’t go jump out in front of a bus.
You know, all of this reminds me of something I read by Mark Twain. He wrote it about fathers, but it applies to mothers too. I’ll paraphrase:
When I was 18 years old, my mother was an idiot. Now that I’m 40… it’s amazing how much she’s learned in the last 22 years!
AAAAwwwww.
Everybody, you are making me so sad. Come here. Monster wants to give you a big hug.
(((((((((((((((everyone)))))))))))))))))))
But, since this is the pit, go away thought. You get a kick in the butt for being a moron.
Amanda
Well, every Mother’s Day I buy myself a little card and a cupcake, to congratulate myself on my enormous good fortune and good sense for NOT necoming a mother. Woo-hoo!
Thought, I’m sure they’re glad they were born, they just wish it was to different people. Having issues with my dad, I can tell you that expecting people to love other people because they have the same genetic material is a recipe for disaster. You can’t choose your parents, which is why so many families are fucked up. I wouldn’t expect anyone to be grateful to mothers like this.
Merry Meet Matt!
You said a mouthfull. I am thankfull that I am here, and in a way maybe it was a backbone building thing that I went through some of the things I did.
Although I still hear myself repeating some of the wiser things my mother said I don’t like the childhood memories, and some of the things she continues to pull with my children to this day.
Each and every day I thank the Goddess for the insight to do right by my children and I do whatever I can not to be the same way.
When they want hugs they get them, and school pictures get hung on the fridge. All nite baking to make 100 cupcakes or five different colors of rice krispy treats. Yeah, the other parents loved me for that one! The kids teeth were black for days because of the black food coloring.
I respect married or even single people who choose to wait. You will know when you are ready, and if you never are that is fine also. I also have a great respect for those who do get pregnant (not the fact that they got pregnant) and realize they can’t take care of a child for one reason or another, and let someone else have a child to lighten their lives.
Some people shouldnt be parents, but they are! Children die everyday from abuse. Not brave enuff to give the child a better live with someone else they try to take it on themselves and fail.
Okay I am done with my semi-hijack.
Big hugs for everybody, and vent it out!!! I know it feels like shit going back through the memories, but they say it help to vocalize or write it out.
You can pick your friends
You can pick your nose
You can pick your friend’s nose
But you can’t pick your family
News Update: Not lung cancer. Breast cancer. Probably caught it early.
There’s hope.
Add me to the list of people who fucking DREAD Mothers day. All I can say is this. She abused the living shit out of me until the day I ran as fast as I could out of that house. I lived like a damned street person because it was easier to deal with then talking to her. She threatened to divorce my father if he co-signed a loan for me to go to community college after lying on her taxes and claiming me as a dependent (which rendered me ineligible for the aid I was applying for). Oh yeah- she paid for both of my sisters to go- in full.
Whenever people say “she’s you’re mother, she did her best” I offer a hearty, loud BULL-FUCKING-SHIT. She didn’t even give 10%. I’m still waiting for Hallmark to make a card- plain white- that just says:
Mom,
You birthed me. Thanks.
I’m sorry for those of you who have lost a mother or have a sick mother that you’re hurting about. I personally wouldn’t let mine scrub my toilets.
At least I’m not bitter…
Zette
My mom doesn’t tell me things. I don’t know why.
Once my grandmother was having severe back pains and was put into the hospital. Mom didn’t tell me until about a week later when I asked her who Dad was going to visit.
My mom gave our cat of about twelve years away to the shelter, and didn’t tell me until two weeks later when I asked her where Minky was. She thought it was really funny. I hope she’s still laughing when I put her in the shittiest fucking nursing home that anal debris and bottle tops can buy.
I love you, mom.
Thought, you don’t know my mom, or the mom of anyone else who has posted to this thread, so butt out.
I hijacked this thread because I was starting to choke on the warm fuzzy MPSIMS posts: the ones that said, “My mom was so selfless and giving and worked her hiney off to support me and my siblings and we gave her nothing but grief…” I’m not knocking the people who made those posts. Certainly if your mom did give you love and support, you should honor her. But Zette, Kricket, aenea, A gurl, pldennison, grace, myself, and presumably others, can’t thank our moms for being selfless and caring, because they weren’t. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I get uncomfortable around Mother’s and Father’s Days, and I can’t sound off to just anyone about how joyless those days are to me, so I wanted this thread to be a place for us to be open with each other.
This has been an A-B conversation, Thought: C your way out of it.
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Bosda,
I am so glad you posted this update ! Lett us know what the docs say after more testing. OK ? I’ll be praying,
Yes yes people I know this is the pit. But something just have to get a nice reply.
I don’t know how she did it, but she made me so dependant on her that I can barely function as a responsible adult.
She knew (at the time) that I was sexually assaulted at age nine (lifeguard at a Christian camp) but laughed it off: “Aww, it’s her first kiss!” She still, 20 years later, won’t admit that having a tongue shoved down my throat and a finger shoved up my cunt may actually have affected me in some way.
She told me as a child that she almost had me aborted, and would have if the amnio hadn’t shown perfect results.
But compared to some of your mothers, mine’s a saint!
Eve, I do the same damn thing every Father’s Day, except instead of a card and cupcake, I buy myself a gallon of gin and a fifth of scotch to remind myself how my parents conceived me.
Phil, I can relate. The last time I spoke with my parents was five years ago when I cross-examined them on the witness stand. I’m not going to rip open my flesh to expose myself on this board - I’ll just weigh in firmly on the side of posters who have a seething hatred of their parents.
Seething.
Oh, and A girl, I’m sorry I misspelled your name. Didn’t even notice till just now.
Bosda, here’s hoping your mom will be okay. I’m all in favor of good moms living long and well.
Sake and Suo, I’m including you in the group hug.
My Mom was pretty cool overall, and worked hard to bring me up right.
But my “FATHER”! Ohhhhhhhh yes. Can’t wait ‘till Father’s Day draws near. Then you’ll see flames from me so bad you’ll think the freakin’ World has come to an end.
You have been warned.
You know, it wasn’t until I was well into college that I realized just how much I lucked out on the parents I have.
My heart goes out to all of you who didn’t get the love, support, and cherishing that you deserved.