I know the truth. I understand it all now. You've been like this from the very start.
I will never understand how you could be surrounded by love and care and still pick apart the flaws and make that your reality instead—but I guess that happens when you're a full-blown narcissist.

Your whole life, you've had chance after chance to change, to look inward, to finally heal from or live with your faulty wiring. But every single time, you chose not to.
I never had much of a childhood because of that. And before you bring up the “luxuries” I had, just stop. I never needed those things. I needed love. I needed safety. I needed a mom.

Your selfishness didn’t just hurt me. It tore into everyone around you. Look at it—really look.
You ruined every chance we had at a real relationship. You even stole the closure we should have had. And for what? To feed your ego a little longer?

Now it’s my turn.
I’m going to be a mother myself soon—and you will never know your grandchild.
Best part is, you’ll live with that. With whatever’s left of that methed-up brain of yours, you’ll watch me become everything you never were.
You failed—at being a daughter, a friend, a wife, a mother. You failed even harder at making me your clone.

I am nothing like you, and I will NEVER be anything like you.
Now, rot in the misery you’ve chosen over and over again—and know it is your only friend.