“Are you going to your mum’s house?”
“Have you just visited your mum’s house?”
“Just go talk to your mum, and just stop all this nonsense”
“Why don’t you talk to your mum?”
“You know it’s wrong to not to talk to your mum.”
“They’re your parents, at the end of the day, you should respect them no matter. We all had to deal with stuff growing up—we just have to put up with it.”
“You’re in the wrong for not speaking to your parents”
“Why haven’t you visited your dad, he’s ill you know?”
“You’ll have to answer for this.”
“Every parent loses it with their child once in a while. No parent is perfect!”
“They’re your parents; you must respect them, no matter what.”
“A child should respect their parent more, and it doesnt matter if the parent respect their child”
“But we’ve invited your parents, and you’re their child, you belong to them, therefore we’ve included you too. You don’t need a separate invitation.”
“Your parents are not that bad.”
“No parents is perfect DARLING” – sarcastic tone…
And in the relapse judgement where I am “speaking” to my mum.
“Oh that’s very good”
“I’m so glad that you’ve made up”
If only they knew. If only they knew…. how much their words hurt me.
How much they reduce me to nothing, and how I do not matter in this.
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