Done
I hate my cunt of a mother, as if she hadn’t put my brother and I through enough, she went and fucked up again. I shouldn’t have started talking to her again when she got out jail, that was my mistake, thinking she could change…
She came over today and we got in a big argument, she saw no validity in my point, and I saw none in hers. There’s no chance of doubt in my mind that I was right…
She took the one nice thing I had and ruined it for me. And the bitch didn’t understand what the big deal was.
I don’t want anything from her… I don’t care if she fucking dies… and if I’m that lucky… I hope it’s painful.
She acts like a fucking child, I’m sick of cleaning up her life… and I’m done. I won’t do it anymore. She came in to my home and disrespected me and my brother, I should be done putting up with this shit. If I can grow up why can’t she?
She came over today and we got in a big argument, she saw no validity in my point, and I saw none in hers. There’s no chance of doubt in my mind that I was right…
She took the one nice thing I had and ruined it for me. And the bitch didn’t understand what the big deal was.
I don’t want anything from her… I don’t care if she fucking dies… and if I’m that lucky… I hope it’s painful.
She acts like a fucking child, I’m sick of cleaning up her life… and I’m done. I won’t do it anymore. She came in to my home and disrespected me and my brother, I should be done putting up with this shit. If I can grow up why can’t she?