Your flaming disregard for anyone who isn’t you is blinding. I hope it burns and itches away at you from the inside until you take your last, putrid breath.
Because of your chronic narcissism, the well being of your children is plummeting deeper into a festering depression. Just last night one of them asked, again, to see a therapist because he was uncontrollably sobbing, and clutching at my sweater in desperation, not wanting to share his pain with anyone. I cried with him. I comforted him. I promised to get him help, while you twirled around on a pole with that ever-present, empty stare dogs get when they defecate.
You have chosen to bathe yourself, sometimes twice a day, but when your children ask to exercise their hygiene you make up excuses as to why they can’t. Mother of the year alert!
On Christmas Eve day this year you fed your family for lunch, but forgot to feed your kids breakfast, and told them to eat candyfor dinner. They were confused as to why they weren’t given leftovers instead. They were confused as to why you didn’t make/give them Christmas cookies like you have in the past – the same cookies you frosted the second they left on Christmas Day, and individually wrapped for your coworkers and fellow pole cows – based on your incessant Instagram stories. They were confused as to why you disappeared to a bath, and your room when everyone left after lunch. Whilst relaying this horror story to me, they said “Isn’t that weird?” a total of 5 times. They’re onto you.
Your picture in their bedroom faced a wall for two and a half weeks, until I turned it around and confronted the boys, the answer from one of them was because he was mad, and once again refused to tell me why, choosing to float in his own puddle of pain instead of incriminating anyone he loves. You don’t deserve them.
When I jokingly told them how their sister sleeps better when they’re at home with us, and that they should start sleeping here nightly, guess what – the same wonderful, compassionate, honest, kind, funny, brilliant, sad little boy got excited at the prospect of this becoming reality.
I can’t make them appointments to get simple flu shots with their doctor because you have failed to pay a bill from a year ago, which is now in collections, and you’ve been lying for a month about taking care of it. And you proceed to lie. So weird how when you are asked to take care of something, you keep leaving messages and no one calls you back! Seems like the world is always against you when it doesn’t have to do with your selfish idiocies.
I’m so fucking sick of you, your basic bitch videos of baths, your desperate documentation of pole class, and your wistful attempts at being a cool girl (bitch, you’re pushing 40!). Why do you always look like you’re wearing a full diaper? Why are you always the least graceful, the most flabby and unattractive of all the other sad comrades you’ve now adopted as paid friends? Why do you Photoshop everything to look like half of you? Why do you say you’re not eating and then post stories of swallowing double cheeseburgers whole, with fries and a milk shake on top? Oh yeah, the boys tell me all about your fast food addiction.
I hate you with a passion of a thousand wars.