my mother drives me crazy

I know that I can write a book about this topic.
and maybe one day I will but for now here is a rant:

Yes, we are a lot a like, 
perhaps that is the main reason I cannot stand being in the same room
for too long.
yet at the same time she can be insightful.
and trust I do not take that for granted
I retain everything that she says and tells me
I aspire to make her proud
thus my greatest downfall because she criticizes everything that I do
and is never satisfied, because nothing is good enough.

What does she want?
a good man for me.
marriage
nuclear family
kids/pregnancy
cookie cutter shit...
for me to be the "perfect" gendered stereotype for our culture

What does she do about it?
constantly put me on the market with her friends' sons
only to tell me that they are losers with no jobs nor education, lazy and with no aspirations!
wtf I told you already, I'll find who and what I want when I'm ready

What pisses her off about me?
I speak my mind, I'm rude, too blunt, loud
Chubby, mal "educada"
Mal- criada---which I always translate to her saying that she is the one that raised me
MEANING if anything she raised me wrong
so she can eat her words.
That I am career driven
It's just what I want.


What I will admit:
Yes, at one point I wanted all that she wanted for me.
And I let that drive me. But It drove me crazy
Ultimately, making me drive someone else away.
Now that train has passed.

Leaving me "lonely"
Tattooed (self inflicted wounds, beauty marks)
Chicana
and MALCRIADA

And she expects me to be nice to people she talks shit about
um, no I'm not going to be nice to your sister that has always been protrayed as a whore
Not that it is any of my business
But I refuse to be fake or rather multi-faced

aqui me estoy volviendo loca

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