I hate my mother to the core most of the time. She complains about the dumbest s*** ever. She’s a hypocrite and she’s super judgmental, which I f****** hate. She believes in stereotypes that go for black people, and I f****** hate that. She’s always saying how black people steal and commit crimes, and though it may be true in some cases, not all black people are criminals. She also tries way too hard to change me, which I hate as well. She just doesn’t understand that me and her are too different to bond. Since I’m part of a Christian family, my mom took me to church every Sunday ever since I learned how to walk. She would try to push the religion onto me, and I never really believed in God, it was just an act so that she would leave me alone. It was just something that I lied about because of peer pressure. Now, I’m not afraid to admit that I’m an atheist to other people besides my mother and anyone she’s friends with. Reason why is because she’d probably curse me out and judge me even more. So, I’ll just admit it to her when I’m older and live on my own. It’ll be easier because she won’t be the boss of me anymore. And I’m not an atheist because of my mom, I’m an atheist because I just don’t think that the concept of a god is possible, just incase you were wondering.
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I feel very sad for you. You’re just like every other ungrateful, whiny teenager who thinks their parents are the worst thing in the world. When you’re an adult you’ll be grateful for your mother, but it’ll be too late and she’ll be gone.