You really messed me up mom
You have been venting to me about your problems since I was 10. Telling me about all your miseries, all the problems in your marriage. Never once cared about my feelings, always treated me like your therapist. So I grew up to be an avoidant who doesn't share her own feelings. Too afraid to be vulnerable with anyone.
When I was an angry 13 year old who couldn't coddle you, you convinced me that I was a psychopath. It gave me the worst identity crisis.
But I forgave everything, because I felt pity for you. I always thought you have a shitty doomed life, a bad marriage and no access to therapy, so you had no other choice.
But recently when I was saying that I would never marry a guy like my dad .. you said "he's a decent husband. You don't know about the love he's given me. I've only told you about the bad times"
Are you f*cking shitting me mom? All this time you could've been telling me good stories about love and care, but you chose to just use me for venting. You could've taught me what love is, but you only chose to teach me resentment and despair?
And you know what's the worst part? I can't even hate you bitch. Because you didn't do it out of malice, you're just too f*cking immature.
I'm 21 and I compulsively, uncontrollably talk to imaginary people because I can't be vulnerable around real ones. Everyone keeps asking me why I'm so quiet. Trying to stop this compulsion is driving me crazy.
And now you're telling me you caused all this damage for no reason? And that your life wasn't all that bad?