Of all the people I know, you are the one who is supposed to understand and support me. To love me. To love me when no one else will. To support me when no one else will. To understand when no one else will show empathy.
You aren’t the one who’s supposed to make me feel like shit. You aren’t supposed to attack me for my feelings beliefs and ideals. You aren’t supposed to make m sit in the dark and cry. That’s not what you’re supposed to do. That’s not what a mother is for.
