Life Update: Unraveling My Mother Wounds & Deep Resentment Of Women
Adulting, or womanhood rather, doesn’t have to be a bunch of mindless chores, never-ending responsibilities, and looking after people.
I resent my mother for having me. I mean, if you want to get married to any ole man then fine. But you brought a daughter into a world where she must share the burden of your choices with you. As a daughter, I feel like I was born to be a servant to my mother and the men that are extensions of herself. For once in my life I would like to belong to myself. I am tired of being so needed.
Mothers don’t expect this level of loyalty to them and empathy regarding the negative aspects of marriage and family from their sons as they do their daughters. And on a conscious level I didn’t ask for this. It’s annoying, it’s old, and it’s tired.
This is why I am single and childfree. I cannot find any joy in being the glue that holds any family together. Gross.
I have made a conscious, serious commitment since childhood to never marry or procreate. So me being dragged into these problems that belong to other women, problems I intentionally chose not to have, irritates the fuck out of me. So as much as I have dedicated my life to exploring my femininity I will always side eye women for creating a life of pain and suffering through their…
