A Daughter’s Heartbreak

 I trace my footsteps back to New Year’s Eve of 2021, where I wish that my mother’s reactions were oriented towards my happiness because I was being proposed to.


I wish that you had spared me of your bitter words that told me to find another mother, that cursed me and doomed me to a fruitless future. 


Since I was a little girl I always yearned that you’d see things from my point of view. That you wouldn’t play victim when you sensed even a hint of disapproval towards your toxic behaviour. 


Instead of admitting that there are alternate perspectives to yours, you become a tyrant parading your power and innocence to everyone who is affiliated with me. 


On the night of New Year’s Eve in 2021, you were supposed to be happy for me. You were supposed to champion me into a healthy view regarding marriage yet you pulled me down and “washed your hands of me”.


You made me cry, you dangled grenades of fear over my head and when the proposal didn’t happen the way you wanted to you detonated your curses. You didn’t care who you hit and til this day I’m the evil child who doesn’t love anyone but herself.


You disowned me because I didn’t conform to your Witchery. You turned my siblings against me because I didn’t want to be in your presence. 


You hurt me and everyday I have to do the work to learn to trust myself and others again.


Now that I am distant from your devices, I see peace in my vicinity calling me in through literary works and psychological lectures.


I don’t need you anymore.

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