Your just the woman who gave birth to me. I won't call you "mom" because you haven't been there for me. You've hit me you yelled you've called the police on my friends you kicked my dad out of my life. You say I don't respect you. I don't. Why should I? You don't treat me like your son. You are a alcoholic abusive whore who cheated on my dad and cheated on the guy you cheated with. I get a ticket and I pay you back every single cent and you say I owe you? What the fuck do I owe you Bitch? I payed you back I worked I got that money on my own. I don't need your help. I don't let you in my life because I don't want you to know me because when I turn 18 in three years I am out. You will never hear from me. You won't be invited to my wedding. I will never speak to you. You hit me and only me. Not my brother not your step children. Me. Only me. I am the one who has a voice and tells you to leave them alone when your drunk. You got us kicked out of every fucking house we've been in. You yell at my aunt because she asks how Im doing. She cares about me more than you do. I lived with her and I was happy. But you had to ruin that. I wish you were gone. I don't need you. I have my uncles aunts grandparents to be there for me. I called the police on you six Nights ago for hitting me for the fucking 50th time. I am done. I will do anything to make you lose custody of me. You have the nerve to tell them I'm a brat. I've never even hit back. Why? Because I would never hit a girl. I will never hit a child. I will not hit my children if I have any. You deserve to go to hell. Youve kicked out your friends who had a two year old kid because the kid was being to loud. They had no where to go and you kicked them out and hit me for talking back. I understand slapping me that's just discipline. But you use fists and hit me as hard as you can. I don't hit back because I have morals. I have standards set for myself. You obviously do not. You spend more money on beer than you do on food. We have to ask our grandma to bring us food. You don't even buy fucking bread. You say you don't have money but yet every night you come home with a thirty case of sixteen oz bud lights and a pack of cigarettes. You get eight thousand dollars from the government to spend on us but you spend it paying off you fucking tickets and fines and buying beer for you and your friends. I want you gone.
