Palo Barker
This is an imaginary conversation with my mother after her death, when we were estranged.
Unbridged
Mum: I loved you with all my heart and you hated me.
Me: I didn’t know how to love you, you made me feel worthless.
Mum: You were my daughter, of course I loved you.
Me: I was your daughter, why did have to be so harsh to me?
Mum: You broke my heart and rejected me.
Me: I thought I had no heart, you taught me to be cold and hard.
Mum: I tried to teach you how to not get hurt, you were too soft and giving.
Me: I learnt nothing but how to stay silent and not care or love.
Mum: You were meant to love and respect me.
Me: You were meant to be soft and value me.
Mum: You were always going to leave me and become someone else’s daughter.
Me: I couldn’t wait to leave you and belong to someone who cherished me.
Mum: You were never mine; my mother-in-law stole you.
Me: I was never yours, Gran loved me and used me as a weapon against you.
Mum: What did I do that was so bad?
Me: Why didn’t you love me like you loved my brother?
Mum: After my son, and my baby daughter, I couldn’t have loved you more.
Me: I was your daughter; I should’ve mattered as much.
Mum: You were jealous.
Me: I was jealous, I was always 2nd or 3rd best.
Mum: Daughters always come after sons.
Me: I wanted to be treated as equal, I still do.
Mum: Whatever you did I loved you, even when you stopped talking to me.
Me: If I could go back and say sorry, I would give everything I have and will ever be.
I will never have the chance to atone, or see you again.
This heartbreak will never ease or soften.
This regret is all I know.
