I should resent you for the drunk words you spit at me, during many of my slumbers.
I should hate you for making me raise mself, because that's hardly the way it should be.
I should despise you for beating up your cheating husband in front of me.
I should loate you for talking about dad in front of me, like you reminded me you never would.
I should curse you, for giving more attention to the older child that barely graduated high school.
I should scorn you because you're the reason my father ran out at the speed he did.
I should be disgusted with you, that you allowe us to meet the 3 of your boyfriends, before you met your 2nd husband.
I should detest you for the way you brought me up around booze.
I should resent you. I should live my life regretting you as 'mom' but why?
I raised myself. I am the best me I can be.
I refuse to let her take that away from me.