She thinks I can’t harm her. I can, and I will. She sleeps with my boyfriend and thinks she has one over on me. I didn’t even want him. I honestly could not care less. She thinks with her blonde bob and big breasts she can win him over, and that maybe the truth. What she doesn’t realise is that if he is the type of guy to go for a big boobed blonde, I DON’T WANT HIM!
I’ve had to leave college because of the rumours. She has ruined my A levels and now I’m a year behind. The woman obsessed with education making you a better person. Well I’ll show her.
The high powered job is going to work against her. I don’t think she has thought this one through. One word out of place and I can lose her that job; get her sacked.
She wears low cut tops and jeans too tight so her fat rolls over the top. I might be a red head and therefore thought of as unattractive, but I get more attention than she ever will. She physically turns my stomach. Just you wait until I get my revenge. Everyone will know and she’ll be the one on anti-depressants. She’ll be the one who considers carving her wrists to pieces on a daily basis.
The pills in their silver foil glint when I turn my bedroom light on. It makes them far too inviting. The easy way out. If I decide to kill myself I want to feel all my pain for the last time. It will be like a sense of final suffering for a life time of inner peace. I hope it will. I’m willing to take that risk; but not until I have brought her to her knees and made everyone realise what she has done to me.
“Mrs Moralistic” knocked off her pedestal. No longer will people long to be her or hope for her perfect family. They will simply loathe her. They will be as disgusted in her as I am.
She is my mother…how can this possibly have happened?
