A Letter from Jenny, 16, to her Mother
You did something last night that hurt me very deeply.
This letter is being written after a lot of thought, because it's not the first time I've been through this with you.
On more than one occasion I have found myself talking to you, but actually talking to myself. It happens when I speak to you about trivial, everyday matters, but - even worse - it also happens when I open my heart to you about personal, sensitive subjects that are the most important thing to me at the moment.
The insulting response I often receive is indifference. Then I understand that I haven't really been listened to.
I would like to emphasize that I mean I haven't been listened to, not that I haven't been heard. If at the end of the conversation, I ask you, "What have I said up till now?" you always know how to answer correctly, claiming that you heard every word I said, but you usually wouldn't show any empathy or understanding with what I said.
Almost every time I comment on this problem, your reaction is either, "You are too vulnerable," or "I am tired, I had a hard day at work. I'm sorry."
So, with all due respect to your tiredness, which is a result of hard work (and I really do appreciate your hard work), I hope you now understand.