Hostile Drama

                It drains the life out of me. This can't be happening until now. It's unbelievable! 

                If it doesn't fit the definition of a bipolar disorder nor a a psychotic breakdown, then I don't know what the fuck this is! How do you contain someone who becomes hostile, violent and is seriously determined to harm you physically and verbally? As if the mere fact that she's your mother is not heartbreaking enough, that the responsibility of keeping the situation stable is on you. You get questioned, analyzed and blamed for the outcome of the hostile drama that your own mother triggered. Not towards you initially, she was taunting her own brother and you can't be stoic about it because the revert will be bloody.

            

            You also can't talk about it with no one because it will expose your rotten secret that you have a despicable and contemptible mother and the simple fact that you are telling the truth will make you an ungrateful daughter. Truth be told, no matter how much I try to conceal the putrid reality of this so called beautiful family, the scent is just unmistakable for the olfactory receptors. 

            

            If only I can puke my guts out, then I had already been inside out decades ago, and that still wouldn't be enough to bring me a bit of relief.

           I'd rather not engage in anything if this is what keeps on happening. I'm not sure why they don't get it. I even became the pariah on the surface but it's my little freedom from this highly toxic hostile drama. Why don't you just rest in peace. Please.