the truth

I've been waiting my whole life to be told the truth. I've strongly suspected it from a very young age and I asked so many times about it, but I've had to wait this long to finally hear it. 

My mum finally admitted that she doesn't like me, and that she prefers my sibling. I know I shouldn't be hurt by this, but I'd rather she hurt me with the truth when I was young, rather than comforting me with a lie for all these years. 

The sad thing is though that I've done so much for her and with her, just to find out that she's never liked me. I feel betrayed. The lie went on for far too long. I don't know what to believe anymore.