Honor thy father and thy mother... Oh, Lord, why did you give me such a hard commandment to keep?!
I haven't finished reciting my rosary... I kneel on my knees for hours and pray for my son... You would never know that I am talking about the same person...
She came to my door and banged on it hard, as if she was mad. What did I do? If she didn't want me to drive her, she should have gone by herself or gotten on the bus... She stomped down the stairs, as I followed behind. When she got in the car, she quickly pushed down the button that turns the air off... and all the way up, she criticized people and told me five times that I am fat... that I need to push myself away from food... that I need to put on some hiking boots and climb a mountain somewhere... the fat talk just goes on and on...
Why is she so critical? Why is she so hateful? She says that is the way Grandfather was, but he was never like that. She criticizes everyone except the people she likes. She is always so hateful towards me, but as long as there is no one to witness it, she keeps that hatred a secret between us...
So I mention that I don't believe in being angry, that there should be more forgiveness in the world. She snaps back that she does believe in being angry, because it is a way to honor your parents and your ancestors. She says I don't honor my father because I don't have a flagpole with a flag in front of my house which is funny because she has a house but doesn't have a flagpole. I live in an apartment. I am not allowed to do that...
On the way back, it was no different. I drove all the way back with no air. She continued to sound mad at me... She continued to tell me that I am fat... She continued to say stupid things like only boys are special because they carry the seed...
It's funny how she is so different around other people. What have I done that makes her hate me so much?
How can she continue to hide behind the mask of making people think that she is a servant of God? I just don't get it...
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