βI carried you in my womb for 9 months!β and you treated me like a worthless piece of property, making it clear you never wanted me for 15 years calling me fat, even though she was bigger than me as a child, rediculing my interests because itβs not something she likes. Invalidating my feelings, treating the oldest son, who can take care of himself, who is almost 30, who can fucking afford therapy, who doesnβt need his mothe whatsoever. better You vent to me, making me more stressed than I already am. You make me feel like shit on purpose. you donβt try to help me whatsoever if youβre so worried about my weight help me donβt just go βstop stress eating.β help me. your eldest son is a grown ass man. iβm still a kid I fucking need my mother in certain contexts you say youβre smarter than me. Better than me. teach me whatβs wrong and whatβs right then. donβt just point out my errors and shove it in my face. Not my fault I can close my legs and you canβt. Donβt ever. Use that excuse again.
