⊰ And while I'm on that note?
Stop taking credit for the s**t I've achieved,
/especially/ after shitting on my achievements to my face.
I pay for my college. I pay for everything.
The moment I turned 18 I've paid for it all --
including the surgery that saved my life and put my out of work
for 4 months. I made it work... even when I couldn't get out of bed or walk on my own.
We made it work <-- correction.
I have Gary to thank for everything, really.
He helped me every step of the way.
I wouldn't be here if he didn't.
I couldn't focus on using my money towards my education
if he didn't help with the bills we have at home.
But point of the matter? No, mom.
You gave birth to me, and I thank you for that.
When you were sober? You were amazing.
But I can hardly remember a time you were sober.
Whether you were popping muscle relaxers, high off your a**, or drunk.
The same goes with my older sister.
She got herself where she is.
Stop living vicariously through your off spring,
get your s**t together, and live your own life.
I have offered SO many times to let you move in.
To help you get a job. To help you get clean.
Can't you see the damage you're causing to everyone else?
It's been fifteen years, mom. It's surpassed the point of:
"I feel bad and I'm sorry you're hurting." ⊱