.I love my mother because despite all the bullshit life has thrown at her, she’s still so warm, and kind, and generous. Even if she has every reason to be mean and grumpy, she remain sensitive, considerate, optimistic. Even if she doesn’t have that much to give, she still does. My father always complains about spending money for wants and not needs. My mother always tells him, Isn’t that what we work hard for? To be able to give our children what we never had? i want to give my children what they want.
I love my mother because she shows me how much she loves and cares about me. She tells me that I shouldn’t live up to anyone’s expectations but mine. That she is proud of everything I’ve achieved, big or small. She hugs me, holds my hand, even now that I’m grown up. She remembers every little thing about me, the things I like, and when she can, she tries to get them for me.
I love my mother because even if she is so unhappy with her relationship with my father, so much so that she just wants to get out of it, she stayed. For us. She said she would stay for her “4 angels”.
I hate my father because he is an asshole. He’s insensitive, un-thoughtful, . stern, numb, emotionless. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt like I had a dad. The kind of dad who talks to you, listens to you, smiles at you, hugs you, makes you feel like a princess. The father I have talks to me sparingly, has not hugged me in years, doesn’t smile, and expects too much from me. But thank you anyway, biological father, for donating your sperm to create me, and for providing money to get me to school, and providing transportation and other necessities.