“Hate” to me, is a strong word. I don’t hate anyone. When someone does something bad to me, or treats me badly, I just dislike them, but not hate them. There is a difference.
Even if one day I would hate anyone, I would never think my mum would be the one I would hate. Or maybe I just dislike her, I don’t really know. Usually, when someone mentions the word “mum”, you think of a warm hearted female. I have never felt any of this coming from my mother. All I got from her is pain so far.
I recently ran across an ex-member of our group...she didn't recognize me right off, but I knew her. Sad part is she recognized me as Chesure Fox, and not by my real name...and refused for me to recognize her by her alias...the irony in itself.
I wrote this a few days ago. As everyone is aware that I lost my partner and child a few weeks apart. I feel as though my life is still stuck at the same place it was before.
Never rush anyone's grieving stages.