To be honest.

I effing hate the idea of having kids. I had to raise my siblings so much growing up, but then have to sit back and get yelled at because I was being a “B*tch* or an “A**hole”

I watched my siblings grow into pathetic excuses of brats because of you two. You. Insufferable excuses for human beings.

Especially you Mother.

I never want kids. I no longer have the temperament for them. I’d smother it in it’s crib. And that’d be terrible. So, regardless of how many times my mother tells me it’s just a phase I just nod a long.

After all how should she know when the only reason she had kids was so she could call herself a mother?

She rarely cooks, the cleanest room in the house is my room and that’s because I lock myself in there most days, she screams and yells insults at us, she never tries to play with the little ones, eff it.

I can’t wait till I move away. I can’t wait till all my siblings move out of the house. Just to see if my father really does divorce my mother. I hope he does…