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BlackbirdSinging
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I realize that it really did bother me when my mom told me I'm a b*tch at certain times the other day.
I realize that I don't know if I'm overreacting because I'm confused since she said it with a smile and a laugh.
I realize that even with a smile and a laugh it was hard to look my mom in the face when she said that.
I realize that maybe she didn't mean anything by it.
I realize it bothered me anyway.
I realize that I can't tell her how it made me feel without her yelling at me.
I realize that keeping quiet about it is easier and less stressful than having her yell at me for telling her she upset me when she said that.
I realize that even though I can say all of this and feel as hypervigilant as it makes me feel to say it here that it still confuses me.
I realize that all of this makes me feel guilty and like I'm a bad daughter.
I realize that I don't know if I'm overreacting because I'm confused since she said it with a smile and a laugh.
I realize that even with a smile and a laugh it was hard to look my mom in the face when she said that.
I realize that maybe she didn't mean anything by it.
I realize it bothered me anyway.
I realize that I can't tell her how it made me feel without her yelling at me.
I realize that keeping quiet about it is easier and less stressful than having her yell at me for telling her she upset me when she said that.
I realize that even though I can say all of this and feel as hypervigilant as it makes me feel to say it here that it still confuses me.
I realize that all of this makes me feel guilty and like I'm a bad daughter.