last year my mum wanted me out of the house.
i packed my bags.
i was ready to leave.
my dad came to my mums and told me to stay.
so i did.
i made a joke today.
because i couldn't go to my partners house.
i said my mum was homophobic.
and was i lying?
really?
i remember trying to buy a jacket from the mens section a couple years back.
she called me unlovable.
unable to be loved.
that id die alone.
she called me words i will not write here.
and it still stings.
i dreamt about running away again.
i got further than before.
but.
something always stops me.
does my mother really love me?