You need something to f****** control, don’t you? Something that you can be the boss of? Some way to remind yourself the adult and I’m the child? F*** YOU. I’M 36 YEARS OLD AND YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER.

When I’m not angry about your fucked up b*******, I feel sorry for you. You had a s***** life. You married an abusive a****** and then you f****** stayed with him for 20+ years and you’ve been divorced for 15. You’re. So emotionally stunted by your upbringing and your fucked up marriage that you never found anyone else to date or marry and you’re still so f****** bitter about him. It’s sad. It’s f****** pitiful. You’ve been a sad, bitter, miserable human being for as long as I’ve known you, and now you’re dying and your children hate you and pity you and can’t wait til you’re gone. I feel sad for you. What a miserable life you led.