It’s just sad we live in the same house. The woman who claims to be my mother has a way of getting on my nerves and using my failures and things I told her in confidence to taunt me, and I talk back because I’m tired of keeping quiet. She curses me so much and I’m scared that’s why my life is the way it is. I try to love her but it’s so difficult. Our relationship has always been difficult. Why did you give birth to me if you hated me so much. God just has to forgive me on her behalf because I’m not begging her, ever.