I never liked my Mum’s But.

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I never liked my Mum’s But.

By Ross E F LOMBARDI

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From the young age, I could listen and understand her words.

I never liked my mum’s “But…”

Look, Mum!

Look What I have done!

“That’s nice dear… But…”

And I could not understand why I did not want to play with that toy anymore.

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From the age, I could listen and understand my own thoughts.

I disliked my mum’s “But”

Look, Mother!

Look What I have tried to do!

“That’s nice love… But…”

And did not see why I did not want to try doing that project anymore.

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From an age, I could understand that I had feelings.

I dreaded my mum’s “But…”

Have a look at this if you have time…

It may not be worth it,

But this is what I have tried to do!

“It ok, I suppose, Son… But…”

And Just like that,

Randomly, and seemingly for no reason, I did not want to feel anymore.

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From that moment, I learned to forever hate myself.

I absolutely loathed my mum’s “But…”

Mother!

This is what I have done!

“You have done that… But…”

And I knew and understood why I refused to ‘be’… …anymore.

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