My mother ‘curses’ me for pretty much everything. It’s her easiest way to manipulate me. I have no opinion of my own. When she talks, you either do as she says or risk being cursed. When outsiders speak of me in a good way or tell her how talented, smart, or beautiful I am, she frowns in disbelief or says she doesn’t see the same thing in me. I grew up in a loveless home. I’m her first child. I have three siblings, but she is not so harsh towards them. Nothing I do is good enough for her. I think I’m done craving her love because I’ll never get it.