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I am your mother
I nearly failed you giving birth because I didn't know how to push. The first night we brought you home I had to have your father come take you from me because the tears falling from my face were disturbing you in your sleep. You rejected my ** and I was secretly happy because I didn't want to be tethered to you like a calf to a cow. I gave up my career in a corporate office bringing home more money than any 23 year old should for a job as a morning working, stocking light bulbs at 4am just to be home at 9 before your father goes to work. I have lost my body. My social life. My mental health. I cry when I take my medicine in the morning, just for the fifteen minutes before it kicks in and numbs me. But I love you. And I chose to have you. And you are the most precious thing I have ever done in my short life. And all this came about because a boy decided to ** me.
I'm sorry that you made this choice when clearly it wasn't the best choice for you. Kids aren't for everyone. I'm sorry for what happened to you, and I hope you really made the decision yourself and you weren't pressured out of an abortion. This is the life that I make sure so fervently to escape every time I choose to copulate.
Must we go over this again? Old people are a hazard to the health and happiness of the world's youth and an unsightly waste of taxpayer wallet space who have done nothing but slowly and steadily ** the life out of America's broken-down junkie blood vessels for the past 20 to 30 years or so. And hey, not to sound like a crotchety you-know-what, but I think this country still has a lot of spirit left in it. No one would ever guess that, what with the pasty-faced vampire ** known as senior citizens riding the healthy ** of everyone under the age of 65, but it does. Old people are the reason we still have a two-party political system where nothing can ever get accomplished, because their votes help uphold archaic laws and ideas and entitled ** that characterizes the country we live in and how we should treat and perceive it. Senior bitterzens are an embarrassing sore on the lips of this country and the only reason Two and a Half Men ever got popular.
Old people are gross, they smell bad, they aren't funny, they look like ** all the time and they're cheap. Senior citizen discount, seriously? Do you really need a discount on that moldy orange and jar of pickled chicken eyes you're buying? You know you're never gonna eat that orange. It's just gonna sit on your kitchen table until one of your ** up kids comes over and picks it up and goes "Geez, ma, don't you ever throw anything out?" Then you'll just wave it off and make some pathetic joke about your age because you know everyone will feel bad and continue to let you fly under the radar like every weak, shriveled-up piece of caveman ** your age does.
Even without the atrocity of how your child was created, I hope you can see the strengths you exhibit in your words. You have sacrificed aspects of yourself, like a mother does. You chose to not only have your child, but love your child and that is heartbreakingly admirable given your circumstance.
Breastfeeding a child does not make a mother, love does.
I hope you can find some time to do things for yourself as you parent your child. It is important that in all of this, you find a way to take time to exist for you once in a while.
Best wishes.
This is depressing