Hang Doesn't Understand

I love my mother. I do. She's my hero, and I admire her greatly.

But I HATE how she doesn't treat my brother and I equally. I don't mind half the time. I don't mind doing all the chores and grocery shopping. I actually enjoy that, and my OCD is not satisfied with what my brother considers clean, so I rather do it myself.

I hate how she'll call me the minute it's midnight when I am out to see where I am. She'll call me 16 times if that's what it takes for me to pick up the phone. Then she would proceed to yell at me. 

She believes that because I'm a girl, I should not be allowed to go out at night. My brother can go out all night long and not bother to call home. My mother doesn't even blink twice over that.

It's because he's a boy, she says. It's because he can't come home pregnant. Girls can get pregnant, and we have to carry the shame.

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

I'm seriously a goody-two-shoes. I can't believe she thinks I am mindless enough to go out and get pregnant.

I'M 23! I'm not a silly teenager anymore. I understand what my actions may lead to. I know that I don't want to be pregnant before I am married. I know all this!

I wish she would give me more credit. I wish she would just trust me like she does with my brother. He parties into the morning, and that's ok. I go out to watch a meteor shower, and I get in trouble. 

Sometimes I wish I was a boy. Things would be much easier...