Mommy, It Is All Your Fault
I cannot think about my part in it because it is all your fault. I don’t care if you walked away from the situation to keep your mental health intact. It is your fault. Even though at the time I was asking you, my dearest mother to eat shit, it is your fault that everything turned out the way it did. See, if you would have just stayed there and eaten shit, I would have eventually realized that I was eating shit too. I know I demanded that you accept him and I know when it came down to you going back home or making him leave, I chose him. I know this. But it was your job as a mother to know that I would have eventually realized what a horrible person he is if you would have stayed with us. Instead, you deserted me. You left me with him and now that I see how awful he is and how the system is working for him, I cannot understand why you don’t allow me to rewrite how it was that day. Why won’t you allow me to say that everything would have turned out differently if you would have stayed with me when I was choosing him over you? What type of mother is unwilling to eat shit for her adult child?