I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that we can't have a normal relationship. I really don't know what to say. I hate making you upset. I hate being upset. I hate feeling like I'm playing Russian roulette whenever we talk or whenever we are around each other. I'm not a gambling type of person so this makes me uncomfortable. This uneasy feeling I get when I can't stand up for myself and tell you what I need because you won't respect that boundary. Because you don't need to. Because there should be no boundaries. Because you gave me life therefore you have unlimited permission to invade and destroy as you see fit. I hate that it doesn't come off as concern it comes off as micro managing. That you can't trust what you've instilled in me. I hate that you put these sometimes imaginary yet prompted feelings on to me. Many of them do not exist. Some of them may but never to the degree that you expect. I hate that you fault me for things that I've done thinking it was in spite of you. I hate that you think that I fault you for things that you think that I did it to spite you. You are my mother and I never think ill of you. Just because I don't agree with what you say or how you say it or what you do and how you get it done does not discredit your method. Nor does my opinion need to be challenged. Everything does not need to be a challenge. We are a family. We should be able to feel the most comfortable with each other but instead we push each other beyond normal limits. I'm sorry.














