my mother's story

my mom's life and her motivation for what she has done, all in a "nut shell"

She wanted the attention
She wanted him to stay
So she had me.

 

When she realized he was an awful man
She left him
Allowing her to play the
"poor single mother doing her best for her daughter,
and has an abusive ex-husband."

 

3 years she played the roll well
Before pulling a young unsuspecting man in
Using him again and again.

 

She became his common law wife
And he was trapped
Not wanting to lose everything he has worked so hard for
He marries her on her demand.

 

Years slip by
She lost the spot light she once had
So she threatens to leave unless she gets another child.

 

There she is center stage
And a child with a heart defect
Heart surgery at a week old
Gets her lots of support and the attention she was wanting.

 

Soon he is well, and will live perfectly fine
The attention drifts to others
She gets it back by having more children
(twins this time)

 

4 children
None getting the help or attention they need
The oldest slipping into depression
Self mutilation becoming my comfort.

 

But this takes attention away from mother
So she (again) becomes pregnant
Keeping the attention all on her.

Author's Note

ideas thoughts anything?

Reviews

[Legion]

I would suggest stopping the mutilation. It isn't worth it. You must keep this in mind, eventually you will become an adult and be on your own away from her. You have to decided if you want to live life like that or take charge and be the person you want to be. This is a very sad and dark write. Well penned, but don't let it be what defines you. YOU define you. Understand?

[Constance]

I was raised with no "real love", no one proud or happy with me, got into drugs early, and promiscuity. I've lived homeless, an in places that were worse than homeless. I've been through hell, and I've lived to tell about it... though many times I wanted to hurt myself, or even kill myself. In fact, twice, I really tried. Then I woke up, and realized that no matter where I was at the moment, one day my fate would be of my OWN choosing, and I just had to step up and grab it by the horns. I'm not sure how old you are from this piece, but I definitely identify... and I can tell from your written voice that you are an observant person, an intelligent woman, who will make her way in time. Don't let it be with physical scars, on top of the mental ones. I have only a few physical scars, luckily. I have a nice X on my forearm that is almost faded now... I know where you are, because I've been her. You aren't her, really, either, any more than I was. Find the strength and rise above. I know you can. I have faith in you, just because you were honest and brave enough to write it all out.
Hugs,
C
Note: As for the writing? It shows promise in its honesty and flow. Nicely done.

[CLUTZ]

sounds hard, i can't imagine. and i won't pretend i know what to say. beautifully written and very emotional. i hope you find all the comfort and attention you need without hurting yourself. (does that sound corny, if it does i am sorry) the only thing i can say is as writers all we can do is let our emotions come out of us and onto the page and hope we'll get better physically and emotionally over time. writing helps me through my hard times i hope yours helps you the same.

[Dug]

Sounds like she's a professional victim. Just don't repeat her mistakes.

[The Mad Prophet]

Yeah, I agian relate so damn well to this one. I would say my mother was the same way. Felt more like a sibling, and unresponsable, actually I was to be blamed for alot of her mistakes. More so she told me one day when I was down, and had no where to go, "Sorry but I don't have room at my house for you. I love you but the only place you would be able to sleep is on the couch, and Me and Dowain likes having the couch to in the mornings. He doesn't like asking people to move"

Well done :)