I’m going to tell you a story.
It’s about a girl whose mother was a drug dealer that abandoned her children and her father was too blinded by his love interest to pay attention to his children. She took care of her younger siblings while her mother stayed out at the bar. She was so strong. Eventually she stood up to her mother to try and move on to a better life. The thing is, she never forgave her mother and her father didn’t care enough to change the way he was so she went on about her life with a fake smile while she broke slowly inside. She never forgave herself for the mistakes that she had made because she knows that the reason she made those mistakes is because her mother didn’t teach her what’s right from wrong. She wanted so badly to have a mother. A good mother. One that would help her with boy trouble, give her outfit advice, sort through her girl drama. After she realized that miracles like that don’t happen, she promised herself that she would be the best mother that she could be to show her mother it isn’t that hard to be an honest, compassionate person. All of those terrible memories turned into great examples of what not to do.
So thanks, mom, for giving me a great goal in my life. It’s that I never want to turn out like you.