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My mom and I argue on a daily basis. Oh sorry, my father and I do and my mom comes rushing in hushing 'my' voices down, never caring to look for right or wrong. She starts off in a normal tone trying to calm me down, gets angry and in the end bursts out into tears and that's the part I fail miserably. I hate this woman in tears, especially when I know she has it worse, that she shoves silence into her mouth and fill her up so that no words escape even accidentally.
Today, after one such fight, I tell her about choices and voices and she hurrying to wash all the leftover dishes in the sink, to prepare for the next meal for a 7 people household, and to move on to the pending paperwork for the office this Monday, she tells me this was hers. Never acknowledged, never respected enough but she still manages to tell me this through her tears and I get angry.
These days I get angry more easily. I get angry every time she asks me to keep quiet to bring peace into the household or in fear, somebody might hear. I get angry every time my grandmother baselessly supports my father in the fear of his ego being hurt. I get angry when they believe everything is fair in love, that pain and hurt require more than just words, something more physical and everything else is alright. I get angry when they expect me to do things, cater to people's ego, sacrifice and be selfless just because I was born a girl. I get angry being treated like nothing after all that I have done in the name of love. I hate how people ask me to negotiate, lectures me on how life nowadays is better and not to complain. Where did we all go wrong? When exactly did the idea of right and wrong start working in comparison? When did we begin giving up self-respect in the name of love, but then again can love exist without respect?
In a world where happiness, satisfaction, love, right and wrong were all taught the same, I wonder when it all changed, I wonder where it went wrong?