to dear
all those kids that say they hate their mum, just because you fight with her sometimes and because “she never lets me to anything!”; fuck you. she spent 9 months having her feet ache and her blood sucked, she spent 15 or so hours expelling your giant dirty screaming head from her own poor weak body, for months, she let you sink your filthy little gums into one of the most tender, treasured places so that you could get fat and happy from her nutrients, then she kissed your icky swollen grazes and held your chubby arms when you got a booboo, she spent years listening to your shitty vengaboys and spicegirls cassettes and she smiled and clapped and told you how talented you were when you made her watch the dance you made up, she put her arm around your shoulder and helped you take the leap into double digits, she begged you to let her give you the sex talk which you still refuse to this day, she bought you all your first “big-girl” things, she coaxed you gently and supportively into highschool, and THEN she put up with your screaming and door-slamming and lying about where you were, she accepted the stupid choices you made, and the dumb things you did and she still loved you, she spent 15 years of her life watching you, loving you, fighting with you, fighting for you, being cross with you, being sorry she was cross with you, helping you, thinking you were beautiful and talented even though you’re not.
And what do you do?
You “hate” her.
I love you, mum.
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