Mother, why don’t you love me? Why did you let my father hurt me? I’ll never understand how you can bring a child into the world, especially one requiring so much time and care and not have the ability or tolerance to care for them. A little tolerance could have gone a long way with me when I wanted to talk–you didn’t care. ”That’s enough” was what you’d tell me when you’d heard enough. Especially when I talked about how friends can hurt, how the things people say can influence a young girl, unable to tolerate much in the way of emotion, especially. No one ever taught me. You wanted me to be seen and not heard. You told me in unspoken words you didn’t care. If I told you today, you wouldn’t care how much having your own children can reopen old wounds; how it’s been for me– so hard. At times it’s been like tolerating ocean waves overtaking, pummeling me to the ground. This has been especially true when I have suffered, especially true during times of anxiety, when care, no matter little or much, might have saved me. For me it seems too late, I don’t think we can have a relationship. It would be like tolerating walking on endless beds of hot coals to me. This isn’t true because it’s painful for me or because you bother me especially, but because you maintain the inability to tolerate my emotions, and now my children. You care about yourself. Perpetuating curses can only cause strife for you and for me. I don’t want these things, tolerating them seems impossible for me. I wanted a loving family, so I’ve created one especially for itself, and you are free now, to care about yourself, as only you can.
I am a stay-at-home mother from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. I have lived an interesting life and my experiences shape my writing. I love the craft and continue to practice, writing about God, trauma and healing, being a mother, and many other things. Additionally, I enjoy spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and cats–petting them, not drinking them. Find me at https://melissalemay.wordpress.com
Oh dear you had me crying with this Melissa🥺😔
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My mother brings out a lot of emotion in me. No matter how old we get (this is true for me, at least), we will never not want our mother.
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Such a heartbreaking poem Melissa. Hugs
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Thank you, Sadje.🤗❤️
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You’re most welcome
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This poem struck a chord.
I’m now «middle aged» and so many times I want to tell my mom things even today, but I don’t because «that’s enough» or «you think that’s bad…» are what I know I will hear, so I don’t even bother anymore.
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It seems you understand the situation. I suppose one good thing that has come out of not having the love I needed from my mother – eventually I learned to love myself. Hugs to you, my friend.❤️🙏🏼
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Powerful and painful and true…
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❤️❤️❤️🙏
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