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yes, i am proud of myself. I have an apartment, which i pay for all by myself, along with the bills. i have a car, which i pay for all myself, and i clean all myself, and i keep up with all myself. and i have a job, that i feel like i'm really close to losing, but thats more than you can show for yourself. and i make decent money,enough to float and not beg, which i'm sure you know nothing about, begging is your greatest art form. i learn more and more every day how to deal with redneck assholes, while more and more everyday you turn into one. your vulgarity disgusts me, your lack of language or even elegance annoys me to no end. i am starting school in 4 days at ETSU, with 16 credit hours already complete and a 4.0 GPA. i did this application process without you. I have a manfriend, whom i love greatly, and who loves me back just as equally.how many years do you claim to have gone without love, 20? but yet you have the gall, or even the qualifications to tell me what love is? i do not waste my time with many people, but rather have a few people that i waste my time with. but i see you wasting away on a million dream scenerios, a million sequences in your head that you will never initiate. i have accomplsihed all this and more on my own, with literally little to no financial, or emotional support from YOU. so when you call me crying on the phone like a 12 year old, because of him, some stupid fucking guy that you want to make believe is perfect just because he's fucking you, well, all i feel is pity. maybe i am harsh, but i reflect on all those years that you put me though hell, and lectured me on being an independent, educated woman, but look at yourself. and i think of how recently you have condemned me for dating this man because he "is not my intellectual equal" translates= doesnt have a college education, but answer me this- who is unemployed right now? who is so needy and dependent they call their daughter crying at 12 at night because their life is falling to shambles? and all this with prior claims to how wonderful your life is, how you've never felt better and adore going to the bar every night, smoking your cigarettes like a freight train, flirting and texting and partying and carrying on EXACTLY OPPOSITE of what you would expect from me. so excuse me if i'm short on patience, or if it seems that my animosity has built to a grotesque level, but who are you? who are you? certainly not the woman that raised me, or the type of woman you raised me to be.
AND YES, I AM PROUD OF MYSELF.
and don't worry mother, i would never smother your conscious with this, i know how miserable you already make yourself.
AND YES, I AM PROUD OF MYSELF.
and don't worry mother, i would never smother your conscious with this, i know how miserable you already make yourself.