Hey, you stupid drunk slut. I’ve been civil, even downright nice when we cross paths because I’m not one to go out of my way to make enemies. But I’ve heard all about your escapades – your fistfights with your mother, your joyrides that result in you passed out by the side of the road, your calling the police on my uncle when he wouldn’t give you his prescription meds…
And when you lost custody of your 9-year-old son, my cousin, I felt at least a little bit sorry for you. I know your parents are fucked up–we all remember the day your mother attacked that police officer in her own driveway–and I understand how painful that can be. I was hoping you’d go down to that drug rehab center in Florida and come back with sense enough not to OD on drugs while the fucking house is burning down and your son is calling 911.
But fuck you. I can’t handle this shit anymore.
My uncle is dead, and during the week of the funeral you suddenly appear all contrite and making commitments to your son that you’re going to get clean and be a decent mother to him. So while you help your son ‘‘pick up the bedroom’’ he shared with his deceased father, you look for prescription meds you can steal and my ass gets assigned to babysit you. I have to listen to you whine about how you and my dumbfuck uncle were ‘‘true love forever’’ even though he could hardly stand your ass, had recently rejected your endless advances, and was in love with another woman at the time. How fucking lovely for her to have to listen to you prattle on about your soulmate when her fucking boyfriend had just died.
I’m fucking sick of you. You just ditched rehab–again–not one week after nearly dying from a drug overdose? Are you fucking kidding me, bitch? Your son’s father died NOT SIX MONTHS AGO from a fucking DRUG OVERDOSE and you have the fucking nerve to engage in such self-centered and blatantly reckless behavior? Do you not have any clue what you’ve ALREADY put your kid through?
Now you’re whoring yourself out for drugs and run screaming to my grandparents, who have been my cousin’s faithful guardians since my uncle’s death and who have been his de-facto parents since he was born. They tell you to come stay with them for a while, get clean, think about your son and how badly he needs you right now. And you just smile and walk away.
You fucking bitch, you don’t even deserve my cousin. He’s the brightest, sweetest, most upbeat fun-loving kid imaginable, and he’s been through more bullshit in 9 years than most people endure in a lifetime. Now at the time when he needs you most, when he is left trying to cope with the trauma of his father’s death, you’re fucking prostituting yourself for drugs.
You worthless human being.
I want to hit you until your teeth are broken and you’re spitting them out on the pavement.