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So bitch, are you happy now?
Not only have you turned your son against you in every way, but you
have shut out the only two people in your entire life who would
actually run the mile for you if you needed it. Well, not anymore you
fucking idiot.
I have lived here for TWO goddamn years. Since you couldn't remember
before, you crazy, psycho, stupid woman. And in those two years, every
time I could do something for you, I have. You talk about how much I
don't contribute and how lazy I am, but what do you think you do? At
least I have a life and friends and family and the big J (yeah a real
fucking job you lazy fatass), and I don't forcefully surround myself
with as much drama as I can on a daily basis like you do. You call me a
mooch? You haven't worked in over 20-ish some odd years if I recall
correctly, and the last five you've lived off of child
support/alimony/your ghetto stupid senile old boyfriend.
And you call yourself a woman of god.
You think it's saintly to walk up in my face and cackle and scream "I'm getting a restraining order against you!!!! HAHAHAHAHA" or the moment your son, my lover isn't around, you to walk up to me and say the nastiest thing you can think of (which, pathetically enough, is "You're so useless that your family doesn't love you". Who do you think I'll be moving in with, fucktard? Who do you think calls me every day wondering why I put up with your shit?)
I seriously wonder how you manage to feed and dress yourself every day. Exactly where do you think you'll be in 10 years? I will be living likely near my family that loves me, with or without your son, in my own place with my own nice things and having a good ol' time with a well-paying career at a university and, since I'd be 30 at that time, I'd still have all of that adult goodness of life ahead of me. Where will you be? Probably living off of your boyfriend some more (yeah you know the one that's married but has been living with you as long as I have and goes back and forth between you and his wife, but since you're the most pathetic creature to so grace the planet with your presence, you already know you can't do any better than that). Maybe you'll have a nice comfy trailer in his favorite place, you know, that wonderful part of LA where if you wear red on the wrong day you're dead. Or maybe you'll already be dead from killing yourself, not that anyone would care.
He cried all night because of your stupid ass, so I really hope you're happy that you have brought this down on your child. Of course, I guess if he told you he was a gay stripper that smokes crack and drinks heavily and crashed his car into a ditch and hates you more than life and cuts his wrists, you'd love him, because you love your daughter more than you love him, and she is all of those things. Oh wait, that's right, you only love people that make you think you can control them, and people that bring drama to your table. I guess that's why you hate me so much.
Guess what, bitch. I'm leaving and I'm never coming back. And as much as you say you've done for me, I want you to know this has been two of the most miserable years of my life. No regrets other than kissing your ass just to give my lover a false sense of hope that you and I could ever get along. But now, since he doesn't give a shit thanks to your idiocy, I can finally say FUCK YOU.
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