Well for Mother's Day, even if its a few minutes after
midnight, I have to say this:
Mom... we may not get along... ever... but you are still my mother.
No, I don't like the way you treat me and I'm sure you
don't like the responses you get from it. I know you probably
think I hate you, just as it seems like you hate me. Mom, I'm a
teenager. It's very rare for teenagers to be a hundred percent
respectful to their mothers. I do try mom, but testing my patience
doesn't help. I want to be a good daughter, but the thing is I
can take the pain when you hit me and I can't help being
defiant, I just naturally want to show my strength. I don't cry
when you tell me I'm worthless or ugly or stupid, not because I
have no emotions, but because I want to seem strong. Then I go up
to my room to cry. I know that I probably do love you, but I
can't feel it while you are acting this way. Someday though,
when I move out, when we're apart and you no longer have
authority over me, I will let you know how much I love you. For
now, I will try my hardest to tolerate you.