the love you gives me hurts, you demand respect and yet you invalidate my feelings, my depression, and my worth. you look me dead in the eyes and tell me you love me and then you slapped me with the same hand that you fed me with. I tried to come back to give you the benefit of the doubt that maybe somewhere the same person that told me it was okay to be who I was because she would love me however I came I was holding onto hope that maybe that person still exists somewhere and that maybe if I waited, stayed a little longer, tolerated her a little longer maybe she would change or be as open as she was when I was little and when I needed, need her But no, its worse and I'm suffering because of it I'm 22 and my mother treats me like a child unless I am exactly who she needs me to be I have to put up with so much of her bullshit and she makes me feel like my life is insignificant and when I say its wrong for her to threaten me and to scream in my face until I'm upset and crying she laughs