Every relationship has flaws. I mean, no one is perfect right? Lately, I’ve been trying to understand my relationships. I sift through my memory bank with everyone in my life and try to link them to something I love or don’t love about them; I link them to something about myself because, by simply knowing them, they changed me in some way or form that I might not always acknowledge. But the hardest link, by far, is my relationship with my mom.
Movies and television shows are terrible examples, but when I look at my friends and their relationships with their mom, I can’t help but wonder how mines went so wrong. She drives me crazy. Her traditional ways and irrational thinking. Her logic and expectations. I try so hard to understand her, but I just end up infuriated. I’ve tried talking and explaining. I’ve tried using soft voices and firm voices. Nothing works. “I got it from my Mama”, some would say. For me… I still don’t know what I got from her because we’re so different. Perhaps my cleanliness? Does that count? No. Because even if it did, my mom still thinks I’m a slob.
Despite everything, one day, I’ll prove her wrong and right all at the same time. Wrong that she ever doubted and hated every decision I made, but right that her irrational parenting ways still somehow managed to shape me into a good person.
In the end, family is family. I can complain and bitch, but you can’t. ok bye!