Human Property

Property to me is a table and chairs, a vehicle, or a home. I don't understand how anyone could degrade a person to property. I was my mother's property from the day I was born. She told me at a young age that when she gave birth to me she knew I was hers. She wanted someone who would love just her. It affected me so much growing up that it made me feel empty. Mom and Dad were married, but no one could have anything to do with me but my mother.

My sister couldn't have anything to do with me. When everything was going along well in the family my mother would use my Dad against everyone and say it was me. It supposedly made me mad that my sister would call Dad, Dad because he wasn't her Dad. Friends are a normal part of life. Nope, not in mine. There were many times of father/daughter events and no such luck.

I never felt love as Mom thought to buy me dolls, or clothes that I never asked for and didn't like took care of the love. I felt so alone that there was no one. My maternal grandparents were not allowed to do anything with me because Mom didn't want them to spoil me. Life was not normal because everyone in school had a family.

All I ever searched for was just someone to love me. I was told as I got older that no one would ever love me because I was average, ugly, and unwantable. I don't know how she could be so cruel.