This is your life. It’s not going to get any better. She’s not going to change. I know it’s not what you wanted. But you’re really lucky. Get down and gimme 50 reps why.
I’m really lucky that my mother takes the time to feed me. I am lucky that she understands natural laws. I am lucky that my mother is incredibly giving, and wants to give me every single lesson she ever learned. I am lucky that my mother has a sense of humour. I am grateful my mother tells me to wear colour. She tells me I am beautiful, and she (!) books, takes me to, and pays for me to get my armpits waxed. I am lucky that my mother takes me to the fruit shop and asks what I want every. single. time. I visit. I am grateful for my mother being a creative person, for her wonderful food presentation. I am lucky to have a mother who is enthusiastic and wholehearted about life. I am lucky to have a mother who would (and has) give me the clothes off her own back just because I say I like them. I am grateful for my mothers passion for cooking- she really cares about food. I am grateful for the wealth of resources my mother has and can provide me with. I am grateful for these zucchini patties. I am grateful for the fact my mother rinses her washing up. I am lucky to have a mother who cares about animals and the environment. I am grateful that my mother has never turned her back on me. I am glad my mother taught me how to spell. I am lucky that my mother taught me how to think. I am grateful that I became so competent and level-headed in the face of her chaos. I am grateful that my mother was crazy because it motivated me to become close to other family members. I am grateful for the fact that my mother taught me to live outside the box. I am grateful for the large amounts of food, books, and kitchen appliances my family give me. I am grateful for the fact I can ask my mum any question on a large range of topics and she can usually answer. I am grateful for her honesty. I am grateful that knowing my mother is knowing what it is to be open, raw and responsive to the world. I am grateful for my mother’s friendliness with strangers. I am grateful that my mother and father separated so I have places of refuge from each. I am grateful for my mother teaching me to be a critical thinker. I am grateful for my mother teaching me to dance. I am lucky to have experienced her love of the water. I am lucky to have lived in a house with no TV and hand-written my assignments from encyclopaedia’s. I am lucky for the animals my mother allowed into my life. I am grateful to have experienced natural freedom as a child. I am grateful for summer salads made into smiley faces on the front porch. I am grateful for the experience of eating fresh snow peas off the vine. I am lucky to have known what it is to save and care for animals at a young age. I am lucky to have lived with trees, lake and beach. I am grateful for the town she bore me into. I am grateful for her valuing, and teaching me to value, education. I am lucky she slept in so I could spend so much time making a mess and climbing trees. I am lucky to have the kind of crazy left-field mother who chains herself to a bulldozer.
Rejecting your family is rejecting yourself. You don’t need to like them or agree with them or even spend time with them, but as long as you wish they were different, you wish you were not yourself. And you’re pretty fuckin awesome.