i do love her...
but she walked out on my dad when i was three and left him to single handedly raise me, and never misses a chance to remind me how "she was never really cut out to be a mother", so it's more of a default love than anything
I love my mum more than anything. Several times the thought of her has been the only thing preventing me from killing myself.
[QUOTE=The golden;36929203]So yeah, I pretty much grew up without a mother, and man did it fuck me over royally in the head.[/QUOTE]
how so?
Nope, she stole both sides of my family in the divorce.
I can't love her.
Ever since I was in kindergarten, she's been horrible to me and my brothers and sister. She abused us, locked me in the garage multiple times, told me to stay in my room day and night, threw food and drinks in my face; she even took the back of my brother's neck while he was in the bath and pushed his head forward, smashing his face into the water.
When I was ten she told me she hated me and I think that's when I stopped feeling anything. I started getting scared of her. Honestly it was surprising how much it hurt hearing it spoken from her.
/end rant
never used the word "love" with family before, but i do respect her. never had much in common with her, though - we talk a bit, but never have much to say just because of how differently we think. ever since she left my dad and i end up having hour-long discussions about history or philosophy over dinner every night - before that neither of us usually said anything at dinner because my mom was always talking about work.
she's working overseas for a year.
I feel bad for most of the people on here with shitty moms :(.
My mom is the greatest most influential person in my life. She cares for me a bunch and loves me to death, as I her.
Come to think of it, the most arguing we've ever done was over really small shit. She raised me pretty damn well, especially without a father. Well, I have a father, but me and my brother rarely see him.
I'm always there for her and she is for me too. I love my mom so much it's probably unmeasurable.
there seem to be three types of mums
1. very mum-like, lovely, mean-the-world-to-you caring mums
2. hip and cool awesome mums
3. shit mums
[QUOTE=Autumn;36932528]there seem to be three types of mums
1. very mum-like, lovely, mean-the-world-to-you caring mums
2. hip and cool awesome mums
3. shit mums[/QUOTE]
They can intertwine IMO
well
my mom's not very mom-like, she never spent time with me as a kid etc so i feel pretty distant from her. i still respect her but i hardly feel related to her just because of how little time we've spent together
Yes, I do love her. My mom has been helpful and supportive all throughout my life and I'm more than grateful for it.
She got pretty overprotective through early high school, and I got annoyed with her easily, but honestly I was probably over-reacting too, and now I totally understand her concerns she had for me then, and still has now.
No matter how misguided, over religious and closed minded she is I love my mom and it is my duty to take care of her...no matter how much of an ass she is.
No shit.
-snip-
Does anyone here hug their Mom?
I love my Mom, but she did a really bad job at raising me an my brothers, we got hit and smacked around quite a bit, screamed at, and brainwashed almost every day with hardcore Christianity. Had no friends until I was 13, was sent to some stupid ass private school all my childhood. I love her, but I dont really respect her that much.
Yes, absolutely.
[QUOTE=Lucorio;36933739]Does anyone here hug their Mom?[/QUOTE]
Yep!
[QUOTE=doomkiwi;36925986]Well... this is an interesting kick in the gut to find on the forums.
Today's my mother's birthday, which is why it's so strange to find, but we recently had a rather painful falling out. Really, ever since she divorced my father she's been acting like a child and has been frittering away all the money she took from him. She started dating an 84 year old not 2 months after divorcing my father (she's 55) and lied to my sister and I about the nature of the relationship. Any time she ever calls (it's been 2 months) she wants something from me, generally free labor, and neglects and forgets any time that she has with her sister (my father has majority custody, but my sister can go where she pleases between the 2) which is terrible. There's a whole lot more but I may start welling up if I go on. I hate to air my dirty laundry but I kinda need to get this shit off my chest on a day like today. I'll probably delete this post later once I come to my senses and replace it with "no". She doesn't respect me, and treats me like dirt, and I can't base "love" on nothing just because she's my mother.[/QUOTE]
I wanna give you hug
No, I hate both my parents.
Try to, ever since I came out of the closet she thinks I'm a "worthless faggot"
Yeah I love my mom. She's totally nice, and watches video game shows and videos on her Kindle quite regularly.
She supports my videos too, so that's a major plus. <3
I'm not trying to sound rude or anything, but why is it that the bullies/tough kids at school are usually the ones with dead Moms?
We had a lot of disagreements this past year, and it was a rough time for the two of us. Eventually we figured everything out, and I'm proud to say I love and respect my mother very much.
I love my parents very much and I understand that all they do is for my own well being.
Yes.
I tend to bitch at her sometimes, but I still love her.
I love my Dad, too.
No.
She wouldn't buy me pizza so I stabbed the bitch.
One thing I don't love about my Mom is the fact she farts in her sleep. I remember one day I was in the kitchen eating and my Mom was asleep on the couch in the living room and I heard something that sounded like a a blender full of screaming cats..turns out it was my Mom letting loose an uncontrollable fart.
I have a real hard time with my mother. She cannot take a joke. She has a real hard time showing love, because the way her mother was to her. She only says "love you" to my brother(cause he's in afghanistan) and my dad.
[QUOTE=The golden;36937611]I spent most of my early school and pre-school years crying. I got upset at basically everything and cried so much that I was soaked down to my underwear. I used to break things I held dear just so I had a reason to cry and get upset - a urge I still sometimes get in a minor form.
I remember trying to beat myself unconscious with a 3rd grade math textbook by hitting my head with it. Ended up crawling under a desk and crying until the end of the day. Yay![/QUOTE]
i think that's something that goes a little deeper, rather than just being the result of growing up without a mother, which is what you seemed to imply.
