It’s toxic, so much so it hurts,
It stings my eyes and burns my skin
Leaving blistered boils behind.
But on the other hand, I need that drug,
The mother’s love I craved so long,
Watching mums in town with girls,
Comforting despite their flaws
And soon I see I needed love
But not the poisonous type,
The type that comes conditionally.
And so the choice must swoop in low
And snatch the wrong one from my grasp
As someone needs to help me choose.
I haven’t seen or heard from my mum for over a year now, and I am constantly growing in confidence without her being there. It makes me think that perhaps I’m better off, but even typing that makes me feel like a terrible person.
My confidence has always been really low and I just thought that I was born that way, but I have realised that constantly worrying about saying the wrong thing around her has really made me an anxious human.
I’m now at a point where I need to make a decision. She doesn’t send me cards or even a birthday text so she is done with me, do I just stop emailing and texting her. I have said that I will talk with her but I need some sort of therapist or mediator with us. And she has said no.
I’d love to hear if other people have had similar experiences. Will I regret it if I let her go? Or will I flourish without the worry of not being good enough for her? Any thoughts people? Am I being a bitch? Or have other people done a similar thhing?