I don't mean to judge her; I don't have that right. I'm simply looking at her as a mother.
She's not a mother to me -- I have to mother myself.
I've cut myself adrift from them. I'm charting my own course, and we'll see where it leads me.
I have no choice, because I can picture what a mother and a wife should be
and can't seem to find anything of the sort in the woman I'm supposed to call “Mother.”
I tell myself time and again to overlook Mother's bad example.
I only want to see her good points, and to look inside myself for what's lacking in her.
But it doesn't work, and the worst part is that Father and Mother don't realize their own inadequacies and how much I blame them for letting me down.
Are there any parents who can make their children completely happy?
Sometimes I think God is trying to test me, both now and in the future.
I'll have to become a good person on my own, without anyone to serve as a model or advise me, but it'll make me stronger in the end.
Who else but me is ever going to read these letters? Who else but me can I turn to for comfort?
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