I'm starting to really hate my mother
I used to cut my wrists, and it wasn't until recently that my mom learned this. Last night I wouldn't let my mother check my wrists, and after that she told me that I was forbidden to ever see my best friend again. She thinks I want to be just like my cutter best friend, apparently.
After that I told her I wasn't going to be ordered around like that, so she grounded me and stormed off to her room. She told my sister to get her a glass of milk but my sister let me do it instead, and when I went in to give it to her these were her exact words "I told Tara [my sister] to get it, not you. You could go jump off a cliff right now for all I care. Now get out of my room." I'm not exaggerating either; that was exactly what came out of her mouth.
Obviously that hurt me deeply, and I went into my room and cried. Then the next morning she made me go to my own bus stop instead of getting on with my best friend like I normally do. Right before I got out of the car, I told her I hated her then I slammed the door.
I don't understand why she would do that. She's never exactly been understanding about my cutting, but she's never done that. She's never said such an awful thing to me when I was doing her a favor, either. She used to treat my best friend like she was her own daughter.
She let her go on all of our family trips, my mom paid for my friend to go on the school trip we took to sea world last year, and she was even going to pay for her to go to girls camp with me this year. Why the sudden change? How was my mom able to go from treating my best friend like her own flesh and blood, to treating her like a pest who was invading our lives? And how do I get my mother to see what she is doing, is hurting me and my best friend more than she could ever understand?
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I cut because I don't have anyone to talk to. My dad works out of state, my siblings are still too young to understand, and my mother just doesn't want to hear about it until I listen to what happened to her with her kidney that day (she had kidney failure until January, when she finally got a new kidney) So when I cut it made me feel like all my problems were leaking out with my blood. Its twisted, f cked up logic but I'm serious.
She found out a month ago, and yelled at me for it. She makes me show her my wrists everyday and last night I told her I wouldn't show her because she needs to trust me more.
And I wish I knew how she felt. One minute she's yelling at the top of her lungs and the next she's calmly asking me to unload the dishwasher. I honestly don't know how else to explain it.