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You would think by now I would have accepted the fact that you are just a mean, rotten person. You don't love me and never really have. You used your mental and emotional issues as excuses to terrorize everyone in the house, which only made dad's issues worse.
You stole from me, but I let it go.
I confessed that I was nearly raped by my matinance man.
You basically blamed me.
I was stunned that a mother could say such things, but I let it go.
After the divorce, I was there for you. Helped you see you needed to go the hospital and get treatment. Offered to come every weekend and help around the house so you could do outpatient intesive therapy programs.
What did you do in response?
Freak out over a $55 phone bill and called me every name in the book-pathetic, loser, etc.
Then, for the grand finale, you don't me not to call you mom anymore.
So, it's been almost two years now, and I've let it go.
I wish you no ill will and I genuinely want you have try to salvage what's left of your years on this planet and have a happy life. I just want nothing to do with you, because all you have caused me is pain.
But, no!!!
You just can't keep your fucking mouth shut, can you?
How dare you insinuate that I would steal your credit card number from my sister?!
I've never once stolen money from you, but you sure did steal my teenage savings the day before I turned 18, didn't you?!!!
You poisoned my brother against me, we barely have a relationship. You tried so desperately to make us girls forget about our birth mom, but guess what? At least she knew how to be affectionate ad fun unlike you.
The fact is, you've always been jealous of how pretty my mom is. Shit, even 30 years later, when I found her on facebook that was the first snotty comment you made.
It's too bad you let your petty attitude get in the way of having a close, loving relationship with your s0-called daughters. I'm surprised my sister still tolerates you; then again, you didn't abuse her as much as you did me.
Yes, I fucked up and did stupid things. Guess what? ALL KIDS DO. I wasn't that bad of a child, yet you used anything you could to poke and prod. To start trouble and make my dad's anger worse. He even admitted that you did this when he apologized to me .
I'm not sure why you decided I was your personal punching bag, but honey, now you are punching at thin air. Time to let it go. We have no relationship and never will.
I've slayed my dragons, I've escaped from the tower. The past no longer haunts me the way it does you. I let my childhood go, yet you keep trying to sneak into my cottage and stir my cauldron!
I'm not even going to waste my time or energy doing binding or stop gossiping magic on you. Not because my magic doesn't work, because you are simply not worth my time or energy.
The fact that you are going to end up exactly like your mother (old, alone, crabby and poor) is probably enough of a curse on it's own.
I'm magic. You are not, plain and simple. Looking back, I think you might have always realized that and that's why yoou
tried to stop everything creative and magickal in my life (dance, writing, my early love of crystals and unicorns, etc).
Listen lady. You are never going to defeat me. Just let it go and move on.
I don't wish misfortune on you, I simply observe it happening and can't help but think that you REALLY deserve what's coming. Maybe you will change your ways? I sure hope so, but I'm not holding my breath.
You stole from me, but I let it go.
I confessed that I was nearly raped by my matinance man.
You basically blamed me.
I was stunned that a mother could say such things, but I let it go.
After the divorce, I was there for you. Helped you see you needed to go the hospital and get treatment. Offered to come every weekend and help around the house so you could do outpatient intesive therapy programs.
What did you do in response?
Freak out over a $55 phone bill and called me every name in the book-pathetic, loser, etc.
Then, for the grand finale, you don't me not to call you mom anymore.
So, it's been almost two years now, and I've let it go.
I wish you no ill will and I genuinely want you have try to salvage what's left of your years on this planet and have a happy life. I just want nothing to do with you, because all you have caused me is pain.
But, no!!!
You just can't keep your fucking mouth shut, can you?
How dare you insinuate that I would steal your credit card number from my sister?!
I've never once stolen money from you, but you sure did steal my teenage savings the day before I turned 18, didn't you?!!!
You poisoned my brother against me, we barely have a relationship. You tried so desperately to make us girls forget about our birth mom, but guess what? At least she knew how to be affectionate ad fun unlike you.
The fact is, you've always been jealous of how pretty my mom is. Shit, even 30 years later, when I found her on facebook that was the first snotty comment you made.
It's too bad you let your petty attitude get in the way of having a close, loving relationship with your s0-called daughters. I'm surprised my sister still tolerates you; then again, you didn't abuse her as much as you did me.
Yes, I fucked up and did stupid things. Guess what? ALL KIDS DO. I wasn't that bad of a child, yet you used anything you could to poke and prod. To start trouble and make my dad's anger worse. He even admitted that you did this when he apologized to me .
I'm not sure why you decided I was your personal punching bag, but honey, now you are punching at thin air. Time to let it go. We have no relationship and never will.
I've slayed my dragons, I've escaped from the tower. The past no longer haunts me the way it does you. I let my childhood go, yet you keep trying to sneak into my cottage and stir my cauldron!
I'm not even going to waste my time or energy doing binding or stop gossiping magic on you. Not because my magic doesn't work, because you are simply not worth my time or energy.
The fact that you are going to end up exactly like your mother (old, alone, crabby and poor) is probably enough of a curse on it's own.
I'm magic. You are not, plain and simple. Looking back, I think you might have always realized that and that's why yoou
tried to stop everything creative and magickal in my life (dance, writing, my early love of crystals and unicorns, etc).
Listen lady. You are never going to defeat me. Just let it go and move on.
I don't wish misfortune on you, I simply observe it happening and can't help but think that you REALLY deserve what's coming. Maybe you will change your ways? I sure hope so, but I'm not holding my breath.