Maybe she loved me at one point, seven or eight years ago. But during this new decade, she's done nothing but hurt me, physically at first until I've grown too much and now mentally. At first I tried to believe she didn't mean to. Maybe it was just how she drank too much, too much wine and vodka too much alcohol in general. Then I heard how she'd talk about me. I was her little niggar baby, I had a niggar nose, and my hair was nappy and ugly...
When she's drunk, she hates everyone. My father stopped drinking because he saw how it affected her. The only time he has a beer is when she's gone for her job a few nights out of the week and he says "Thank God." when she is.
I realize I'm not what she wanted when she got pregnant eighteen years ago, I'm a completely different person ever since we moved to California fresno. She's had two other daughters, and they're both completely like her, dimwitted and airy and hopeful and funny and talkative. And I'm none of that. I'm quiet, too thoughtful, I don't spend time talking with her about anything, and when we do its only because she's calling me a lazy , she thinks I don't do anything around the house. She's convinced herself so much she hired a maid for the house. Honestly, even with maids it looks the same as when I clean the house. And its harder because this is my senior year, I need a mother, I love her, I'm scared her drinking is going to cause a divorce. And I want to love her, I want to care, but every time I do, I hear what she's said, how she's never acted out of kindness. She hurts me one weekend doesn't say sorry, and the next weekend makes an excuse to spend money we don't have on things we don't need. I don't know what to do.
I can't love her, it hurts me too much, and she doesn't love me because I'm too much like my father and they've been talking about how much they hate each other for five years.
This is the only year the house has been mildly quiet, only because of the new job she took on the cost so we never see her.
So, she's an alcoholic.
She verbally abuses me, and ignores everything I do for the house, and all that I've accomplished in high school, my honors and achievements and 3.8 GPA means nothing.
I'm extremely depressed and don't know what to do. I used to try and make her stop drinking, tried to force her to listen to me, her daughter, but she refuses. I can't make her understand me, and she insists on thinking I'm a complete idiot, a whore of a daughter who'll fail at college and high school, and who'll depend on them their whole life and because of this image, that she's created. She hates me. That's what I believe, because everything else she's shown does not support me, and does not show love.
Help me. How can I make her my mother again?