Dear Mother,
You drank and drugged yourself silly, when I was a child. I never could consider you to be a mother, but in spite of that, I grew up to be a normal well adjusted adult. I have always tried to be nice to you, I am the only one who ever comes to visit you, I am the only one who has let you visit my house. Do you remember this past Thanksgiving ? I invited you up for the weekend and I asked you to please not get up in the middle of the night to smoke a cigarette, but you did anyway and fell asleep with it on my couch burning a hole in it. Thank Goodness, that was the worst that happened. You could have burned my house down, you bitch ! I was pissed, but I didn’t stop being nice to you because of it. I have listened to you bitch because I will not let you babysit my kids, and I have listened to you bitch about dad since he divorced you.
On Mother’s Day this year, you decided to attempt suicide yet again, by taking a walk in the middle of the highway and ended up in the hospital for it. I didn’t know that you were in the hospital. I made the 100 mile trip to visit you and when you weren’t home, I assumed you had gone somewhere else. I couldn’t call you ahead of time to tell you I was coming because your phone had been disconnected, so it was not impossible to believe that you had other plans. But a few days later you called me up on a payphone to bitch at me for not coming to see you on Mother’s Day while you were in the hosptial.
You had the balls to tell me what a horrible daughter I am and that I’m also a horrible mother because I’m setting a bad example to my kids by not visiting you. That, my dear mother, is when I decided that I’ve had enough of your shit. I decided to stop answering you phone calls and stop visiting you. I don’t see why I should continue putting my self through this crap.
This morning when you called and my son answered the phone, you could have at least been nice to him, instead you scared the crap out of him by yelling at him. If you wanted to have the videotape of grandpa back, all you had to do was ask, but instead you started screaming at him. There was no fucking reason that you had to do that ! It’s not his problem ! You managed to fuck my life up as a kid, don’t you dare start to try and upset my kids. he doesn’t know how to check caller ID to see who it was, he was trying to help me out by answering the phone, even though he’s 9, you still managed to upset him with your fucking screaming.
Just leave me and my family alone !
Sounds like your mom needs a whap with a clue bat. Maybe even two. Do what you need to to remain sane, and protect your family. In the end, your kids are what matter…