You always knew it. Didn’t you?
I was made in a different mould. I couldn’t twist and turn myself to fit into the social moulds of your expectations.
What forced your hand to get tough with me, and spew venom? Whose expectations were you living up to, when you criticised every act of mine.
You pushed me into leading a life I did not want.
You behaved like a competitor and adversary at times, but I could never understand why.
I became a solitudinarian ….. Mom, you isolated me from life..