Mother Quotes

Sooner or later, we all quote our mothers.
– Bernard Williams
– My mother

I've finally stopped blaming everything on my mother.  I bought a chaise longue to recline on while I'm blaming everything.
now i'm just another girl with *~mommy~* issues
didn't you notice when my "friends" all sat at another table?
didn't you notice when i had to hold back tears?
if not then, then when? when will you ever notice?
why is it so easy for you to ignore me?
a rant.

makes me wanna run away and crash into your arms.
makes me wanna remain hidden in a place only you'll know.

place you'll keep me safe and entertained,
no tears, no forced smiles, no suppressed thoughts.
no insecurities picked out, no comparisons drawn.

i'll be enough, my feelings will be valid.
complex emotions and heartfelt explainations won't be stifled by the crass words of "relax".

when i've seen how she can soothe others, it cuts deeper.
my experiences and opinions are a rude inconvenience.
my take on things don't matter because they need to be the way she sees it.

i need to hang around because it's what everyone else does.
i should stay a while longer, the bride hasnt changed her dress yet.
why don't i like weddings, all the girls i grew up with are here.

she wouldn't understand. if i told her they were bullies she'd make excuses for them.
how easily the excuses come when its in defence of someone other than me.


it was difficult to accept that you couldn't love me in the ways that i wanted you to. i had expectations so in the end i got disappointed. i had seen how you could love others and so it hurt more deeply. i drew you angel wings and tried blurring the bad memories. i know you tried your best. i know you didn't know better. i know you think you were fair. and because i knew all that, i felt even more guilty for needing more from you.  
Mother's Day

Poem by; Christine Vega



Today is a day that I hate.

Today is a day of sorrow and regret

Who knew that this would be your fate?

And who knew pain is all that I would get?

Your father wanted you, and I wanted you more.

Been a long time since you've been gone,

and I wish you were here.

I'm a mommy that makes angels.

That's what everybody always tells me.

Who would you have been?

A mama's boy or a tough guy like your dad?

Every single mother's day I remember you.

Now you'd be in your terrible twos.

Driving mommy and daddy crazy!

But it would be okay,

I'd love you just like I do now.



 
To my absent mother.
To the person who acts like nothing is ever wrong or its everyone else’s fault and is delusions and thinks her children all love her. Being young I thought it was fun to go to your house and getting away from my dad’s girlfriend and being able to go get junk food from Fareway’s across the street and you giving us what we wanted and letting us do what we wanted. But now that I’m older I realized that you only did it to get us out of the house so you could put the drugs first and so we wouldn’t bother you. What got me the most is how we had to leave notes to tell you where we were because we left while you were passed out and going through the drug withdraws. You never really cared about us. You always pawned our stuff for the drugs and got mad when we asked about saying we never played with them and promised us you would get them back, but we never saw any of it again. But I’m glad you left my life, I didn’t have a negative impact in my life while I was turning into an adult. I found who I was without you and I am truly glad. So, thanks for putting the drugs first so I didn’t have you in my life to ruin what good I had.
"A woman who remains connected with her mother via a communication link to convey on a daily or a weekly basis the things about her in-laws members as what they eat, drink and think; normally likes the man of the house to act like a weak mouse before her & so naturally always keeps her married life on the brink of the failure."
~Anuj Somany
Check out my brand new story on Wattpad called:
There's Something Wrong With Dad
 































 
My father has a tattoo that runs from his shoulder to his elbow on his right side; I never thought anything about it. He works, leaves for weeks at a time but comes back with pockets filled with money and bags filled with gold that he auctions off for thousands. I don't know what he does, but I never thought anything about it because he was able to sustain a suitable lifestyle for us. He had moments of anger yes, but he never abused us; he was a loving father. Even after the death of my mother, his caring character helped us move forward, and his idea of moving to a new hometown was for the best of our sanity. However, I could not help but notice the cold poisonous stare he would often give to my sister, and his brief moments of violence that he had trouble controlling. When I watched him beat a robber to an unidentifiable creature, grabbing his gun and continuously shooting him until there was nothing more than brain residue splattered all over the floor, those words in red flashed across my mind; There's something wrong with dad. I love him so much, but I can't help to think that he had something to do with the death of my mother. And I'm scared he's going to do it again. But to one of us.
 

Here's the link: 
https://www.wattpad.com/story/73365844-there%27s-something-wrong-with-dad
 
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