I love you so much and I know that you love me back. But mom, you fucked up.
1st: You tried to shelter me the best you could. Took me to church every Sunday and made me believe in something you so adamantly relied on. You shoved the biblical words down my throat. I didn’t know any better as a child but now honestly all that did was made me hate the word religion. I stopped believing in God because you made me hate him. Hope you’re happy.
2nd: Your drinking problem is not good for you or me. I know you don’t like to admit it but you are an alcoholic. You drinking through a bottle or more of wine a night. Putting my own mother to sleep at night is not something a normal teenager does. Every weekend it seems I have to pick you up from random bars because you are too intoxicated to drive. You made me despise alcohol but at the same time crave the stuff. I hope you’re happy.
3rd: You never cared. You would tell me all of your secrets and put that heavy load on me but not care enough to listen to mine. I know everything there is to know about you and you don’t know a damn thing about me. You don’t know that I got into drugs, that I’ve had pregnancy scares, that I’ve thought about suicide. No, you just know about you and think that I can fend for myself. Hope you’re happy.
Your loving daughter.