5 Hate

It didn't end there.

From what I can remeber I was always everyone's inside joke. Everything I did was a joke. Everything about me was a joke. My weight, my arm hair, my smile, my overbite, my teeth, my laugh, my cry, my hair, they way i talked, the way I slept. I kid you not that I was probably everyone joke. worse is mom never stopped, never intervened, even got angry at me for not being able to take a joke.

I was even't 10 years old. I wasn't even told it's okay were joking we all love you. It was always my fault for not taking a joke. It was always my fault for being to depressing.

But you and Katherine were probably the only ones who ever did anyhting right. If Katherine bullied me, fought me, or hit me it was what siblings do. But if she did it to you it wasn't right and she would get scolded. Whenever we went out and you wanted something you just had to stretch your litte hand and it was yours. If I wanted something I was being needy and if I cried because of it I was being childish but you; you were being cute.

Whatever I did was wrong whatever you did was right. I guess you can say I hated you then. I hated you so much. I hated mom even more than I hated everyone else. She treated me that way too. She laughed at the joked, she neglected my childhood to uncoditionally enjoy yours.

I think she loved you more because you always brought her a family or "love." Mom was never a single parent when you around and she struggled less because of it but whatever it was I can undoubtly say that mom loved you more than she loved me. Mom always struggled when it was just her and me. Mom was always alone.

I think it's because of mom only loving you that I probably hated you even more.