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Submitted by Karyn
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Hey mom, it's me. Your daughter. One of your many children. The only beings in the whole entire world that you should be wholly and entirely responsible for. So why do I constantly find myself in a position where I have to take care of you? You embarrass me. You are 46 years old! You had sex with a 22 year old friend of mine! How could ANYONE be that fucking selfish. I wish for just once in my LIFE you would see beyond what you want and take care of me!! Did you know that my friends had to teach me to dress like a respectable 20 something, because you were never there? Did you know that my brother and I would sit at the window, waiting for you on the days you said you would come visit most of or childhood? You showed maybe a quarter of the time. We still loved and trusted you. To this day all he wants is your undivided attention and maybe a little affection. He wants his fucking mother. You call me crying because whatever piece of shit you brought home the night before never calls you back. You call me crying because you're tired of being broke, but you won't go get a job. You call me crying because you're stressed out and drunk. Why do I bother answering the phone? I quit fucking high school to take care of us and move us out of that hotel room. I never told you, but coming to live with you was the biggest mistake of my life. I'm still getting my shit together, because you never taught me how. I joined the fucking military, to make enough money for all of us. And still, all you can think of is yourself. You left John, the only good thing in your life. I'm happy you regret it, and I'm happy you're miserable. It's only a fraction of how you've made us all feel. I'm sick of trying to help you. If I were a stronger person, I would cut all contact with you. Sometimes when I get off the phone with you, I imagine what it would feel like to hit you. Most days, Mom, I hate you.
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