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Horrible
I hate you, mother, for keeping a ** in broad daylight for me to see.
I am addicted to using a ** and use it whenever no one is home.
I hate you, mother, for not finding out, and if you do know, for not confronting me about it or throwing it out.
It also made me addicted to **, which I am fortunately growing out of.
I hate you, mother, because if I would have never seen that, I would have never done something like that.
I fail to see your reason for blaming your mom. My aunt always kept her ** and vibrators out and none of her kids became **-off addicts.
Addiction fills an emptiness inside the addict. If you had never seen your mom's **, you'd still have that emptiness. If you weren't a **-off junkie, you'd be a gambling junkie or food junkie, or more conventional junkie or boozer. And still blaming someone else.
Wimp.