My mother is not happy with me

and probably never will.

...

It makes me feel like I'm some kind of damaged good. 

No matter what I become.

There is so much more about living than a category.

There is so much more about a person than his shell.

She is hurt because she does not understand.

I'm hurt because I understand.

I sometimes envy the people who don't care about their parents.

I sometime wish I don't care about mine or what they think or how they feel or how their marital relationship ruined me.

My parents are my backbone... 

And I tell myself everyday that I need to continue holding myself together even when my backbone doesn't do what it's supposed to do. I need to  function and progress even when my backbone doesn't support me.

Some path you have to walk alone.