Saturday, February 21, 2009

it's really more of a rant than a whine . . . .

Dear "Adopted" "Son",

I fucking *hate* your bullshit. I hate that you won't take responsbility for *anything.* EVER.

I loathe that you hold an advanced degree in Blameology. I abhor that you earned dual minors in Woe-Is-Me-ism and Denial. I detest that you graduated--with honors--from Manipulate U. And I am especially livid that you are a blackbelt in the ancient art of Center-of-The-Universe.

You are a self-centered little shit. I RUE THE DAY (and I didn't think I was the kind of person to go about ruing things, but truly my "friend", I RUE THE DAY) that I told you that you could always count on me to be in your corner. What was I thinking? Always, it turns out, is a long fucking time.

There are days when I want so much to let you in on this little secret: your own mother doesn't speak to you because you're a myopic, selfish little prick and she hates your bullshit too. But I'll never say that to you. Nor will I ever abandon you. Though I want to. EVERY FUCKING DAY. But only because you're a brilliant but fucked up loser.

Whew. That feels much better. I think I can tolerate you for one more day. You selfish, egocentric shit.

Love,
The Fake Mom Who Wishes She Hadn't Volunteered But Can't Help It Because You've Been So Hurt And Are Fragile

p.s. You make me swear. A whole fucking lot.

5 comments:

acute_disaster said...

Hardcore, sista.
:)

blognut said...

Geez!

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I know, I was a little rough on him here. He makes me crazy. Beneath the crazy I love his sorry, abandoned, pitiful ass. Just some days are difficult to get through . . .

Anonymous said...

Finally! Someone else who gets it. I could have written this about my stepdaughter. I love her dearly, but most days, I can't answer her call when the phone rings -- I have to wait until my heart stops pounding, and I stop being sick to my stomach before returning her call. I seriously think I have a case of PTSD when it comes to her!

Ruthie said...

kids can be that way ... then they disarms you with a whacking great dose of 'really nice guy, intelligent, thoughtful and capable of conversing without being a total shit'. Huh, go figure.