Rant: The truth about my Mother

A lot of people ask me about my mother because I have openly discussed the death of my late father and grandmother.

The truth is simple; I don’t have an affiliation with my biological mother; frankly speaking I really can’t stand her. All she does is gossip about her sisters whilst conveniently forgetting her own flaws, place them or pedestals then what for them to make mistakes so she can tear them down yet she is quick to a+&* kiss whenever she wants something from them.

My mother is generally ignorant to anything positive that anyone does or says… except if it made her look like a GOOD PERSON – ( by good person, I mean VIRGIN MARY – AKA can DO NO WRONG) she is constantly jeopardizing her heart’s health by trying to read our duplicate diaries that were set up just so her interfering arse would read.
I have memories of her waking me up at four in the morning just to spend an hour nagging about the inadequacies of others.

For this reason, I constantly endeavour to take responsibility for my actions as I feel that it is so easy to hate, dislike, mistreat and judge people. It’s much harder to show kindness and be forgiving; especially when you feel judged and attacked for no reason. I know that a lot of my mothers’ actions stem from hurt from her youth and its easier for her to blame her children when her husband is dead and gone.

However as an adult I choose to stay away from negative people with negative thoughts, it is imperative that I surround myself with like minded individuals who are open minded enough to get help when they need it.