The saddest day in my life is today, when I realize I never really had a loving mother. I think back on everything. You used me so many times as a pawn in your games. You have no compassion for anyone but yourself. You like to see how far you can push everyone. I can’t believe I still talked to you after you flirted with and saved pictures on your computer of the guy I was dating. Have you no boundaries? Why are you so jealous of me? You always used to pick on me and give me derogatory names because of my chest when it developed. What was that? Where we’re you when I needed you the most. Sometimes I feel that you only pushed me in school to make your own self look good. It was never about me. Everything you have done for me thinking back, has been for you. Your motivation this whole time was making yourself out to be like some super mom, while trying to cripple me at the same time. That’s why you never took me to get my license and never let me get a job. God forbid if I had anything of my own, it was already bad enough I was born pretty. And now you are trying to get with a good friend of mine? And in my face too? Have you know respect? Have you no shame? Why don’t I have the most basic of things, a loving and compassionate mother? No father, no mother. I am a fucking orphan. You think you can fuck anything that walks in front of you. It’s like you try to compete with me I get a modeling job you have to meddle in it and have private conversations with the photographer? Your pussy isn’t gold stop trying to fuck everything that walks by you! You can’t just be happy for me ever! You just use me. I hate you. You complained about how Grammies treated you when you got pregnant with me, yet when I got pregnant you turned me into the house servant, so you could go off screwing around with the guy you were having an affair on dad with. You made me mother Paris and basically abandoned her, left me with 9 cats, four dogs, and 2 horses to look after and a house that wasn’t mine. And all the while you belittled me the whole time nothing was good enough for you. The house was never clean enough, sorry it’s impossible for a pregnant woman to keep a house clean with your 14 fricken inside animals. When my daughter was born you brought your drama with your boyfriend into the delivery room. Then when I talk to you about my wedding and say I want dad to walk me down the aisle, you tell me you won’t come well fine then don’t I don’t want you to come anyways the day isn’t about you. And you were never a mother anyways! And stop trying to fuck every guy I have ever talked to!