My mom divorced my dad and kicked out my sister in the same summer. It was really hard to deal with because my mom was really hard to get along with anyway, and me being a daddy's girl didn't help things. She always apologized, saying this was for the best, but I knew it was only best for her. One day she told me she loved me and it caught me off-guard because all she had been doing lately was yelling at me for weird reasons like I didn't offer her any of the fun-size candy bar I was eating (really). I say "I love you more." And that became our thing we said. I felt bad though, because deep inside I didn't know if that was true. My mom didn't act like she loved me, and I wasn't so sure I loved her all that much either. Now, we are closer, and I figured I'd post a poem I wrote while crying myself to sleep after being grounded from seeing my Dad because he helped me decide to be myself instead of her.