Thursday, May 14, 2009
♥ hate.
hate is such a strong word. really =/...
but sometimes i say it without realizing it.. e.g. "eww i hatee thattt"
today my mum brought up the topic of this fall out, i had with an old friend years ago... we're talking like year 4 or 5 or something...
she was telling me how i had told this girl 'not to listen to her parents'... and she told her mum. and then her mum told the school and they called my mum.. etc etc (zzzz.. long story man)
but i was surprised with the new info she gave - that mother of that old friend had called the school to ask that i not be placed in the same year 7 class as her.
like woah =/ was i really that bad of an influence?
anyways. the way I remember it though, is that... i dont remember telling that girl not to listen to her parents. but i do remember telling her that i hated mine.
i remember something along the lines of having a fight with my parents, and i was really angry at them. i went to her house. and i remember sitting on her bed (im pretty sure it was a bunk bed) and i remember telling her how i hated my parents.
and when this whole thing blew up (school got contacted etc and my mother got called up) i remember my mum telling me off because she was told by the school that i told that girl not to listen to her parents. and i remember telling her that i didn't say that. but not being able to explain or say what i really did say... i couldn't bring myself to say to her, that i actually had said that i hated her.
so today i explained to my mother the real story (or what i percieved as the real story). and it was really hard. how do you tell your mother that you once said that you hated her... oh how i was such a silly kid.
but i think i've realized that... when we are young. when we are kids. we don't understand sometimes. we think we do. but really we don't.
you know. it was really hard telling my mum the real story. like really hard. to tell her that i once verbally stated that i hated her.
not long ago, i think it was mother's day. i blogged about how my child would hurt me one day. but i would still love them unconditionally. i wonder how i will feel... when my child tells me they hate me. i know they wouldn't mean it. i know that they're too young to understand. but it would still hurt.
hate. it's such a harsh word.
but sometimes i say it without realizing it.. e.g. "eww i hatee thattt"
today my mum brought up the topic of this fall out, i had with an old friend years ago... we're talking like year 4 or 5 or something...
she was telling me how i had told this girl 'not to listen to her parents'... and she told her mum. and then her mum told the school and they called my mum.. etc etc (zzzz.. long story man)
but i was surprised with the new info she gave - that mother of that old friend had called the school to ask that i not be placed in the same year 7 class as her.
like woah =/ was i really that bad of an influence?
anyways. the way I remember it though, is that... i dont remember telling that girl not to listen to her parents. but i do remember telling her that i hated mine.
i remember something along the lines of having a fight with my parents, and i was really angry at them. i went to her house. and i remember sitting on her bed (im pretty sure it was a bunk bed) and i remember telling her how i hated my parents.
and when this whole thing blew up (school got contacted etc and my mother got called up) i remember my mum telling me off because she was told by the school that i told that girl not to listen to her parents. and i remember telling her that i didn't say that. but not being able to explain or say what i really did say... i couldn't bring myself to say to her, that i actually had said that i hated her.
so today i explained to my mother the real story (or what i percieved as the real story). and it was really hard. how do you tell your mother that you once said that you hated her... oh how i was such a silly kid.
but i think i've realized that... when we are young. when we are kids. we don't understand sometimes. we think we do. but really we don't.
you know. it was really hard telling my mum the real story. like really hard. to tell her that i once verbally stated that i hated her.
not long ago, i think it was mother's day. i blogged about how my child would hurt me one day. but i would still love them unconditionally. i wonder how i will feel... when my child tells me they hate me. i know they wouldn't mean it. i know that they're too young to understand. but it would still hurt.
hate. it's such a harsh word.
Labels: children, family, friends, future, hate, love, pain, parents, relationships
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