Would like to thank my father for impregnating this narcissistic bitch I call a mother. Perhaps the most ungrateful person I have ever seen. She would have married some other junkie had she not met my father in childhood, and probably gotten her ass whooped by him on a daily basis, but no—she managed to marry my father and have a son, me, at the age of 29. For what? An ugly social outcast with average height and cursed by ADHD.
She owns a house when millions of people live paycheck to paycheck and can barely pay their rent, and has a decent car—all provided by my father.
And yet, this cunt won't go a day without terrozing people around her, coming up with any possible meaningless excuse to scream at family members and never, ever admit to being wrong. Talking to her is like walking on eggshells because you never know when she's about to jump down your throat for whatever stupid reason.
Did I mention she's addicted to social media? That's right, because apparently setting the phone aside for a couple of minutes and looking at your son in the eye in order to have a conversation for once is a very difficult task for mothers in the 21st century. Unless they want to gossip about what other people are doing with their lives.
I wholeheartedly believe I would have had the chance to, at the very least, make a few friends had she not kept me inside the house, playing videogames and watching YouTube videos like a sucker.
The state of mothers is detrimental.
