Prove Her Wrong » proving your mom wrong http://proveherwrong.com Help Mike Prove Julia Wrong! Sun, 07 Feb 2010 23:40:19 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 In my teens http://proveherwrong.com/2010/01/23/in-my-teens/ http://proveherwrong.com/2010/01/23/in-my-teens/#comments Sat, 23 Jan 2010 13:11:33 +0000 shopaholic7503 http://proveherwrong.com/?p=107 A few years had gone by since my father’s death and we had all moved on. My teen life was normal on the outside. I was still feisty with my mom when I thought I had to defend myself but outside of the house, I was liked by everyone I knew. Although, I was a disturbed child, I wasn’t the kind who would resort to drugs or drinking. I never tried that, not even smoking and I never ran away from home. I had a goal in mind. I had to stay and finish my studies. The only way I could finish my studies was to bear my mother’s angst and I knew that I was tough enough to bear it.

I remember a time when I loved her so much. I worried about her and prayed for her but somehow that love slowly faded because of the wall between us. There was so much hurt. My mother became violent at times and would hurt me because I reasoned out. Once she cut off a portion of my hair. Another time she pushed me off the stairs.  I also remember a time when she tore my clothes and tried to push me out of the door.What hurt me more was when she and my siblings shouted to my face that I was adopted like it was a crime and I resented that so much.I also resented the fact that she didn’t want to work for us but just wanted to depend on social services for help and my grandfather’s support. A child imprints traumatic memories on their minds.

 I’m not going to say that she hurt me even if I did nothing. I was very opinionated, perhaps as a defense and she couldn’t take it. I’m also not going to make my mom look like she was a monster because was not.  We just didn’t get along like two people going in different directions.

 My mom would tell other people how bad I was and I never cared because I knew in my heart that I wasn’t. And that was how we grew further apart…because we believed in different things and all these things shaped me into what I have become now. As I grew older, I realized more and more that she was a victim as I was of circumstances in our lives.

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