I hate that I can’t talk to you about this directly. I hate that every time I try to talk to you about things you don’t like or agree with it turns into a fight. I need a way to get all my thoughts out there so this will have to do.
Why is it such a terrible thing for me to be different? Aren’t parents supposed to support their children and let them be who they are? I know you don’t agree with how I live my life, and that’s ok. Just don’t make it my problem… I don’t agree with your off-base religious views, but that doesn’t give me the right to get in your face about it and yell about how wrong you are. In that same sense, just because you don’t like the way I dress, act, talk, live my life it does NOT give you the right to make me feel like I’m some kind of screw up. No one has the right to make anyone else feel like they are worth less than what they are, but that is exactly what you do to me every day.
You don’t physically abuse me like I know some mothers do, and for that I count myself greatly lucky. However unintentionally though, you are wreaking havoc on my mental and emotional well being. The fact that I have to pretend to be something completely different than what comes naturally to me in order to win any sort of approval from you kills me. Some times I wonder if perhaps the bitter woman you are may be a product of similar treatment in you own childhood. That’s something I’ll never know, though, because we are never open with each other.
Why are you so sad and angry all the time? I rarely see you smile, and when I do it seems so forced. Perhaps if you let yourself be happy instead of wallowing in your bitterness we could get along better. I’ve never liked bitter people. Some times I daydream about feeding you something ‘special’ to loosen you up for a few hours or 10. Maybe you’d be a happier person then.
or maybe not.
From what I see, you are so set in your ways that I don’t think you’ll ever change. It seems to me you’ll be unhappy till the day you die. I sure hope not, I want my children to have a grandmother like the one I grew up with.
I’m 20 years old mom. Not 16. Please don’t treat me that way. You always seem to forget that not only am I an adult, but I am a human with my own ideas, my own personality, and my own shortcomings just like you. The only difference here is, I seem to be the only one of the two of us who is capable of admitting when I am wrong about something. Even when I am in the right, it seems as if more often than not I am the one who backs down because you cannot see past the last page of the Book of Mormon.
On that subject, I have some words to say regarding you and your religion. You call yourself Christian, the word itself meaning “follower of Christ”. Why don’t I see it in you? Jesus spent his time with the sinners and loved them. He accepted them as people, even though he taught that their actions where wrong. Do you not recall that he taught to love the sinner but hate the sin? Why don’t you practice some of the most basic teachings of the man you claim to follow? You have become so blinded by the ritual of religion that you have forgotten what being a Christian really means, as the Jews in ancient times. You announce to the world “I am a Christian, and follow the only true sect, and therefore I am greater than thou” with your haughty actions and hatred of those who you deem unworthy. Matthew 23:13 says “But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you shut the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces. For you neither enter yourselves nor allow those who would enter to go in.” Is this not what you yourself do? Matthew goes on to say that these hypocrites will receive the greater condemnation. Mother, I know and acknowledge that I have done things in my life that are out of line, hurtful, or straight up against the law. When I do something wrong, I know and I am more than willing to admit that I did it. How is it that you, who cling so tightly to your faith in which it was taught that hypocrisy is a sin, can claim to follow Jesus and yet not live his teachings? I’m not saying that I’m better than you, only who are you to condemn me? As far as I can tell, I follow your Christ better than you do, and I’m not even sure the guy was really the Son of God.
this is my darlings words to her mother reblog this if you have ever felt persecuted for being diffrent
20, male, minnesota
yes, that picture is me with two of my hand-painted masks. i love every thing and anything and i get along with everyone. i dont have tits so i guess you wont see me
20, male, minnesota 
