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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hated
[time] => 2003-11-16 00:06:13
[hometext] => I'm sure there are more of you out there who feel the same way i do
[bodytext] => I hated when you made promises to me and never kept them.
I hated when you said "hey lets go shopping today" and then you changed your mind.
I hated it when you get my hopes up so much and then you let me down.
I hated how you said you loved me when you knew it was just a lie.
I hated knowing that I was such a fool for letting myself think that you had actually cared for me.
The thing that I hate most is knowing I had actually called you Mom.
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Hated
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sniffels
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Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 12:06:13 AM in AEST
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I hated when you made promises to me and never kept them.
I hated when you said "hey lets go shopping today" and then you changed your mind.
I hated it when you get my hopes up so much and then you let me down.
I hated how you said you loved me when you knew it was just a lie.
I hated knowing that I was such a fool for letting myself think that you had actually cared for me.
The thing that I hate most is knowing I had actually called you Mom.
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Re: Hated
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by Calista on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 12:16:52 AM AEST
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Hey when i was reading your poem i was thinking of a friend i had, but at the end when you said it was all about your mom
i really like it
i dunno if u live with ur mom
but i dont
havent seen her in years
i hope you feel better about it
time heals wounds
thanks for a great read ~Calista |
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Re: Hated
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by Calista on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 12:22:49 AM AEST
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Hey when i was reading your poem i was thinking of a friend i had, but at the end when you said it was all about your mom
i really like it
i dunno if u live with ur mom
but i dont
havent seen her in years
i hope you feel better about it
time heals wounds
thanks for a great read ~Calista |
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Re: Hated
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by EmSal on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 12:25:44 AM AEST
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Yes I thought about a friend of mine who did the same thing to me like you with your mum. Make plans and then for no good reason said no I don't want to. Even promised me to help me with a project - going to the skate park to film but then said that they didn't feel like it. They left me to do it all by myself. But I didn't let that stop me even though I absolutely hated them for it for this was not the first time and it happened to be not the last either, but anyway I had a really good day and I made sure that I told my friend about that. But being your mum, being from your family that must be worse. A good write, hope everything will be okay.
Emma. |
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Re: Hated
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by sniffels on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 12:30:28 AM AEST
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| thank you for your comments. she was my step mother. i had once loved her a real mother. maybe now when you read it more you can understand the pain i was in and am still going through. |
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Re: Hated
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 10:32:38 AM AEST
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| ((( snifflels))) Such pain you have endured....but to move on withour own lives we MUST learn to forgive. For our own good or we will never be able to find peace. |
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Re: Hated
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by LovingWhispers on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 07:15:01 PM AEST
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You expressed yourself well here Kathy..
The pain of the past can never be fully erased but I know you are strong enough to fade it a lil every day..JB loves you and I'm sure helps you through...and dont forget dear ol dad(ok ok easy on the ol'..I know Larry lol)He will always be there for you *smiles*
Because of what you have suffered,you will grow into a beautiful Mother one day,always mindful of your childs heart.So let "her" negativity and cruelness towards you be a positive in your future as a loving Mum...I mean Mom..*silly aussie* ;) |
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Re: Hated
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 12:59:29 AM AEST
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| DID YOU hate it when your step-mother took you to NSync concert and shopping for the day. Did you hate it when she took you out to eat every birthday? How about when she took you to buy dresses for dances and had your hair done. Or when we went to fairs together each year. You where loved a all parents regret things said or done. I was their for you you girls focus on the bad and don't think about all the good. You didn't have to go to New York but I made sure you got to go. When you where sick I took you to the doctors. I may not have been the best but I did the best I could. I leave you alone. God has forgiven me for my mistakes its sad you girls can't. You wrote this to hurt me you did hope your happy. |
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Re: Hated
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 24th November 2003 @ 10:07:33 AM AEST
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I can relate to this poem more than ever!
I also had a step mother that was very similar to your mother. She got pleasure out of hurting others. She also made us call her "Mom". In my opinion, I do not think your mother deserved to be called "Mom".Good poem Kat!
Wink!
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