to have someone say they hate you… what would you do? Would you say it back to them? would you brush it aside and pretend as if it didn’t occur? Or would you go out into their beloved garden and do backbreaking work that usually is done by the gardener- to clean and make pretty your flower bed?
The relationship at home is nothing but frustrating right now. I am on the verge of tears at the bipolar moods that come and go from the the figure I call my mother. She is the reason of my exsistence, and I love her so much. But how come she is also the reason of my unhappiness?
I don’t know how my father does it. To still love the woman who says she’d rather die, to love the woman who always threatens with divorce papers. I personally feel like shes in it for the material things my dad provides her (the house, the gardens), and most of all her pride. Out of the four sisters who live in America, she is the only one who is still on her first marriage. She prides in the fact that only she is the most successful in riches, only she not divorced, only she has the picture perfect family- a son, a daughter, husband, dogs, and a house to call hers.
She is a spoiled brat. A drama Queen, emaphsis on drama. I don’t know how my father is so accepting of this.
I guess thats what you call unconditional love.