My uncle was murdered 18 years ago, and he left behind 3 girls. Their mother was less than satisfactory and kept the kids from the family. The eldest, Danyell, was the girlie girl; cheerleading, wanted to be popular. All the things I wasn't. It just didn't interest me. I liked sports, getting dirty. At this time, I didn't live with my mom. My mom had lost me when I was 12, about to turn 13.
Fastforward almost 20 years, it is my Grandmothers 85th birthday coming this weekend. I have dealt with a lot of drama on account of this birthday, thanks to the hands of the family animosity with each other. It seems almost family tradition for each section of the family to dislike someone. my mother and her sister, me and my brother, and now I learn Danyell and her sisters.
It isn't unknown to me that my mother prefers Danyell to me. She basically pushed me out of the house one day when I came to visit all because she was on the phone with Danyell. She's the thin girl, the married straight girl with a baby. and all I am is the gay sinner who's going to hell. oh, and i'm fat. Thin equates to beauty in my family. I learned that early on.
I wish my mom would just admit it, that she wished Danyell was her daughter instead of me. Just so she would stop yelling and screaming at me every time I say something.
last night apparently the trigger was
mom"she will need a good night sleep because of her bi polar"
me: everyone needs a good nights sleep mom
mom: insert yelling, screaming and cussing
Always good to know that even if your own mother doesn't want you, other people would love to.
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