Mi madre is a work of madness. Can't all mothers be nurturing, understanding, forgiving, and loving? Mine is none of that. Nothing that I do or try to do is ever enough. Worst of all, she really doesn't care about my happiness. In high school, I played volleyball and was on the crew team. She would ask when those would end and then clap about it being over. Not once did she attend a game or support me. I dated a goodie-two-shoes who was one of my best friends and she hated him. I then dated an artsy type and she hated him even more. Now, I'm dating a Chinese boy - smart, caring, good to his family, great to me: the absolute perfect boy to bring home. She refuses to even acknowledge him when he's here.
I am always so stressed out and irritated, I take it out on my boyfriend - who tries his best to not show that he's affected by it. It's time to move out soon. Think so? I can't tolerate her being angry at me for no reason at any time of day. She also gives me the silent treatment. I'm done with it. I'm hated for something I don't know I did...all the time. my presence is never acknowledged around here anyways. who says parents are always right?