From my mother
My mother sent me the following. Clearly something is pissing her off -- maybe my name change -- but I don't even know how to respond to this. Taking suggestions.
Happy Mother's Day
To the person who ruined my life,
I will send a greeting.
She took care of me when I was young,
often all alone.
She got rid of my father whom I insisted I loved more than she.
She bit her tongue and tried to say nice things about him, because that was the right thing. That was dumb. She sent me to good schools, helped with my homework, but was a bad mother and never did it for me.
She pushed me to do well in school, and that was a horrible thing to do.
She encouraged me in music, and drove me to lessons, and competitions, and concerts. I hate her for that.
She always cheered for me, and loved me, especially when I hated her. What a bogon.
Mothers are supposed to be lovable, and mine is cold, and detached, and oblivious.
Now I made decisions better than anyone else, and I don't need her advice. If she were a better mother, my life wouldn't be screwed up. I won't let her know what's going on, because she is just a pain in the neck. I'll take her money, but I am entitled to that. I don't owe her anything; she owes me big time and could never reimburse me for such an awful childhood.
I hate my mom.
Happy Mother's Day
To the person who ruined my life,
I will send a greeting.
She took care of me when I was young,
often all alone.
She got rid of my father whom I insisted I loved more than she.
She bit her tongue and tried to say nice things about him, because that was the right thing. That was dumb. She sent me to good schools, helped with my homework, but was a bad mother and never did it for me.
She pushed me to do well in school, and that was a horrible thing to do.
She encouraged me in music, and drove me to lessons, and competitions, and concerts. I hate her for that.
She always cheered for me, and loved me, especially when I hated her. What a bogon.
Mothers are supposed to be lovable, and mine is cold, and detached, and oblivious.
Now I made decisions better than anyone else, and I don't need her advice. If she were a better mother, my life wouldn't be screwed up. I won't let her know what's going on, because she is just a pain in the neck. I'll take her money, but I am entitled to that. I don't owe her anything; she owes me big time and could never reimburse me for such an awful childhood.
I hate my mom.