Dear Old Mother

Hey guys it’s Wednesday…. And you know what that means another freaking POST! I just want to start by saying I’m so so sorry for missing last week’s post. My head wasn’t where it needed to be to write a post, if anyone knows any good therapists please send their information to me. With that being said, I want to introduce you all to today’s post, “Dear Old Mom”. I’ve been working on it this past week, adding little by little to it every day. I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you guys think in the comments below and remember SUBSCRIBE, SUBSCRIBE, SUBSCRIBE! (Oh and p.s. this story is totally fiction. Ok read on!)

“A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.” – Unknown

I call bullshit. These cheesy quotes mean nothing to me anymore. I honestly couldn’t tell you the last time I talked to that woman. Oh, sorry I guess you guys thought this was going to be some sappy story about how great my Mother is and how much of an inspiration she is. Well ladies and gentlemen this is far far far from that. She thought that everything she did for me or said to me was for the better. “I wish I never had you as a daughter”. The words she struck at me sunk deep into me like a knife. Like the knife she had underneath her bed that one night. Funny, she always made it known that she wanted to rid me from this earth. I feel like her intentions were to bring me physical and emotional pain. It’s like she was having a debate within her brain on which scar could linger the longest among me. As you see, she chose to bare me with the emotional scar. See the emotional scar is like a leech. It attaches itself to you and sucks all life from you until you go crazy. Until your soulless.

I will never love the same because of you. I can never trust an individual because of you. I can’t stand the site of myself in the mirror because… I look just like you.  The man above certainly works in mysterious ways because why the hell would he curse me with a horrible woman to call a mother. Some might say I’m being foul or obscene for thinking this way, but why should I respect one who wishes I were never born. So, as I stare through the bars of my prison cell every night, I reflect on everything I have done. I chuckle and produce a vulgar smile. A sudden thought then comes into my mind…it was so worth it.

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