Thank you for being a bitch.
The emotional abuse you gave me went well with dads physical abuse.
Thanks for letting me leave home when I was 12 years old, and never come looking for me.
When I left home it set me up for all kinds of sexual abuse to survive.
Thank you for letting me hold your hand when you were dying, and didn't have the strength to pull away.
I have accepted that you were a person doing the best you could with what you had, but you were still a bitch.
As I left the hospital after you died all I could think of is the song from The Wizard of Oz. Ding Dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch the witch is dead.
Happy Mothers day Bitch.
" This above all: To thine own self be true" (William Shakespeare).