Why the fuck am I expected to be the parent? You don’t like the way your life has turned out and you seem to be blaming everyone but yourself. Well you know what? It wasn’t even fucking born when you chose to be a pathetic drop out who’s biggest concern was drinking and your boyfriend. You are a self obsessed, attention seeker, constantly moaning about being ‘so fat’ as you stand there with your thigh gap weighing under 8 fucking stone. I don’t give a fuck if you’re hormonal or lonely or bored or what, you have three children. You’ve lost me. I don’t see how you can expect me to appreciate your mothering when after over 2 years of self harm, depression and a self confidence level that has fallen through the floor you haven’t even noticed. Not a single hint that you have any idea. And in a way I suppose I’m thankful, because if you did you would turn it all around on yourself, blaming me for putting you through all this. Well it’s your fault - you fucked up, married an idiot and lost all of your independence. Ten years of constant fighting doesn’t just disappear. I still remember it all and that’s just not fair. I was so young, far too young to be trying to sort out my parents fights so that my little brother and sister would stop crying. I hate both of you for that. My childhood is tainted with tears and unhappiness and late night plans to run away and escape the nastiness. And as for your other two kids; your other daughter is heading towards somewhere she should never go and I don’t know what to do to stop it. That’s your job. Your son is your favourite and oh how it shows, he’s an eleven year old toddler who knows exactly how to wind you around his little finger. Get a grip and stop living in a fantasy where you can rewind time and do it all again. THIS is your reality. You chose this and there’s no going back. So pull yourself together and stop being so pathetic.