And since you so kindly brought it up, no you didn't tell me about Diamond. I don't know what lies you told yourself to soothe your conscience, but I assure you I have heard nothing from you in the last few months. Not a god damn thing. You can't just assume we were doing 'normal parent stuff.' I don't think you even know what that is. I saw you chasing my brother around like a god damn bitch in heat and you didn't pay a damn bit of attention to me. Yeah, I found something better. Yeah, I found something stable. Yeah, I did something for me for a change. Blow it out your ass, you goddamn cradle robber. I refuse to be held hostage to your problems anymore. I hate you. Don't touch me.
There comes a point in time when a man has to cut the apron strings and quit being a titty baby, you know that, right? Yeah, bad shit happens, but you know what? The big kids get over it. I've put up with your emotionally crippled ass for three years now in the hopes that you might one day get better or at least get functional. I DID have better things to do with my 15 year old life, you know that right? Why the hell should I have to put up with the emotional baggage of a grown fucking man? Why am I the center of your universe? Why do I have to bear the responsibility for keeping you in one piece? God knows when I was being tormented by Kyle, I had to be a big girl and suck it up. And you know what? I got over it. I'm not broken because of him. Your brokenness offends me. In all the time that I've known you, you've never even made an attempt to be okay. I did all the work, and you lay around like a dragon shaped emotional tumor. And I shouldn't have to be the one who chases after your emotional well being with a box of tissues. Maybe I wasn't really ready to have a kid. I AM only 19, you know, and I was 15 when you started fucking me. You're over a thousand years old. I should not have to be your mother.