When I was going through school my greatest supporter was my mother.
She did so much to ensure I made it to college.
I was the only one of her 5 children that went and graduated from a 4 year University.
My father wasn’t in my life much but I heard that he thought I was doing well then too.
My love for them remains.
Even after I have lost everything and it is a stretch for them to find ways to be proud of me.
Neither of us likes where my life is heading.
So we argue about how to get back to some semblance of good if not better.
Things are manipulated behind the scenes I hate.
I know they want the best for me and I want the best for them.
But I am at the stage where I feel any activity or action I take would soon go down the drain.
As I have been told I can do nothing and I certainly can’t get praise for it even if I did well.
“Even if you are right Jennie, you will always be wrong.” -bosses living statement
So my quandary is what do I do, if you can never be proud of me?
What do I do now if no one can be proud of me?
So I think back and replay any compliment I was ever given before.
And remember everything I learned I learned in kindergarten.
And say thank you mom and dad for not calling me a degenerate disgusting piece of 💩
Even if the rest of the world does.