My mother is crippled, and can only speak. When I was little and she was starting to lose her mobility to the point where she was completely confined to a wheelchair, she told me that she wanted to die, and to get a new mom. My dad is constantly high on OxyContin and acts like a damn idiot all the time. I'm afraid to talk to anybody at school and as a result don't have any friends that I spend time with out of class. I wish that I didn't have to live with these people, that I could live with parents who could walk with me and support me. Doing things has always been different for us; it has revolved around fulfilling my mother's needs. In Buddhist principle, all pain is caused by attachment. This attachment has forced her to live in a hell; in a constant state of suffering. It's not fair, for anybody in my family. I want to tell my mother that she needs to go, so she doesn't have to live in such a terrible state, but I fear what animosity may be released. I wish I was loved. Confess ID: ilh5rpyk        Posted On: 26-Nov-2008