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Well, today is my alcoholic's birthday . . . translation, by mother's birthday. I went out for two hours today to buy her a gift and by the time I got home (3:00pm), she was already shitfaced. She didn't say thank you for the gift or anything. She is now half falling off the couch, passed out. I guess I shouldn't expect a thank you, I mean it's not like I bought her a bottle of Private Cellar. Although, it would be nice, considering she didn't get me a birthday or Christmas present last year. Her promise was to get me something when she got her income tax. The only gift that came out of that was her claiming me, thereby causing me to have to pay in. Nice present. However, she still had the gall to give me a list of things she wanted for her birthday. Cunt. I do believe her to be the most self involved, selfish, and truly pathetic woman I know. She hardly even eats now, just crawls into the bottle. If I really wanted a child, I would've had one of my own.
Sometimes I think I wish she would die. That's a horrible thought, but sometimes it crosses my mind. If you're going to kill yourself, hurry up and get it over with.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! Well, if I can call you a mother anymore.
Justin
Sometimes I think I wish she would die. That's a horrible thought, but sometimes it crosses my mind. If you're going to kill yourself, hurry up and get it over with.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! Well, if I can call you a mother anymore.
Justin