"How have you wronged me? From childhood to adulthood, what have you ever done to deserve my respect?”
“If you never wanted me, why did you give birth to me? Did I ask to be born?”
“Why do I have to keep suffering like this?”
I ignored the tears falling down my face and let out all the pain I had held in for years. My grandparents rushed into the room after hearing the noise and heard my words.
Grandma quickly held Mom up and looked at me like I was something dirty. "Hazel! Do you have any conscience at all?”
“If it weren’t for you, your mother wouldn’t have gotten depression after giving birth! Eighteen years, eighteen whole years!”
“Do you know what your mother has been through all these years? How could you say such things to her?”
Those same words again. Because of me, because she suffered postpartum depression.
So ever since I was a child, everyone in my family tried not to upset Mom. They always told me to give in to her no matter what.
As her daughter, I wanted to and would give Mom her happiness. I tried hard enough, so many times, so why do they still treat me like this?
Why? My questioning made Mom stop. But Grandma’s words only made Mom even angrier.