Turned on my computer, had a conversation with your mother. Sometimes i wonder which one of you actually cares. She has always been there for me from the beginning. Whenever we would have an argument, she would chat me up privately, listen all the problems me and you were having, trying to work it out, offer solutions but you're stubborn and would only get even more upset.
I blamed myself, i'm too needy and like to be in control of your activities. One could say that to a certain point i was being manipulative but i didn't abuse it. That's something i hate more than anything. I guess i just pushed you away... and here i go again, blaming myself. Honestly though, you never really had time for me, your friends were more important and our constant fights about doing things together never ended well because when you weren't with your friends, you wanted to be alone and recharge yourself until i finally had enough and now i'm opening my notepad to write you the following:
***I printed my feelings
The font i used was comic sans
Italic or bold, won't make a difference
Because all the words were strikethrough
That's how much they matter to you
We're over and i love your mother
Be a good daughter and disappear
Needless to say, you were never here
Actually, i can't have that
After all i'm going to be your stepfather
So i hope we get along
PS, your mother looks good in a thong.***