Motherless

I have something to say that doesn't involve my story at all. It's about someone who doesn't know what it means to be a mother. She was never there for me. She always tried to push me onto someone else or ignored me entirely. She was never there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. She just acted as if I was unknown to her. A stranger in her home. It breaks my heart to think that she will never see the happiness I have now. That she was more accepting when I was being abused by someone who claimed to love me. That when I finally have children she will have nothing to do with them because of the person I had them with. I give up on trying with her. I am sick of crying because of her. I only want to say this, "JUST BECAUSE YOU GAVE BIRTH TO ME MAKES YOU IN NO WAY A REAL MOTHER."