‘I thought I could trust you (my name), obviously I was wrong’ -Yes, obviously you were but not for the reasons you have Mother.

You shouldn’t trust me with sharp objects, but you do anyway.
You shouldn’t trust me to feed myself, but you do anyway.
You shouldn’t trust me to take care of myself, but am I left with any other option? I’m not the daughter that matters afterall. I’m not the daughter that wants to go into a dance career, unlike my sisters do. I’m not the daughter that will happily flounce around being sociable and boasting about myself.

That’s not me Mother, sometimes I wonder why I bother anymore.