Mean Friend

In the shadows of whispers, cruel and unkind

A friend’s betrayal, a heart left behind

Mocking her mole, her hair, the glasses she wore

Words of ugliness, cutting to the core

Disparaging her husband, her son in her sight

Belittling her pain, in the darkness of night

Calling her stupid, a word sharp as a knife

Robbing her of worth, of essence, of her life

In the echoes of laughter, a venomous sting

A mirror reflecting a self-loathing thing

Could it be that these words, this venomous art

Resonate within, in a mother’s broken heart?

For the pain she inflicts, the cruelty she spews

May it be a reflection of her own self-abuse

In the cycle of hurt, of self-deprecation

A daughter’s realization, a painful revelation

When I say my mother talks badly about everyone, that is not an exaggeration, and not out of the question for anyone. This one particular friend, she met when giving birth to me. She used to talk a lot about how, "Annoying" it was that she was screaming in pain, and how her whines were, "Baby like." She said she couldn't stand being in the same room as her, but she also somehow became good enough friends with her to visit, and take trips to Florida with her and her son, who was born on the same day as me.

This woman had a mole on the side of her face. My mother used to make jokes about that mole. "You could fit the Empire State Building on that thing, why doesn't she get it frozen off? I can't believe anyone would ever marry her, that's like marrying her and her mole," and those are just the statements that I can recall regarding the mole on her face.

This friend had curly short hair, and my mother would say things like, "She looks like a boy. She's so ugly. Why doesn't she doe something with herself? How does she not know how ungodly ugly she is?" She would make fun of her glasses saying things like, "Those glasses are bigger than her face. She looks like a fucking dork." She would laugh while making these statements, like, an evil laugh. She would go as far as to ridicule her husband for marrying, "Such an ugly witch," and talk about how spoiled and entitled her son is.

You see, she never had anything nice to say about anyone when they weren't around. Like, when it was just her and I, and my son when he got older, she would sit in the living room trash talking everyone she knows. Yet, around them, she'd lift them up, tell them how much she loves them, but then also shit talk a bunch of other people. You guys know that saying, "If they're gossiping and talking badly about others, rest assured they're doing it behind your back?" THIS IS TRUE, IN EVERY CASE. Distance yourself from these people. There's nothing but heartache waiting for you. Trust me, I grew up with it. I did it myself, now I strive to stay away from mostly everyone. It seems all anyone wants to do anymore is gossip about other people, and I'm not talking juicy gossip, I'm talking really being mean to people when they're not around. Some could say that's what this website it, and fair enough. Yes, but I'm willing to put it all out there. To not only raise awareness, but to show you how it spreads through generations, and educate you and how that's a form of abuse, and how it can be one's, "Normal."

#CPTSD

#Gossip