Because That’s What a Horrible Mother Does



Recently, one of my twins said “I’m not a mother” to them. I got NOTHING from one of them this last Mother’s Day, not even a text. If I said that didn’t hurt, I’d be lying. I don’t ask for presents, I don’t ask for gifts, I don’t ask for anything….just a text would do, but apparently she justifies this behavior by saying, I’m a “horrible mother”. 

So, I’d like to outline what a horrible mother does.

A horrible mother changes diapers, feeds babies and takes care of kids for years on end, as a teenager by herself, with NO help from your father.

A horrible mother works two jobs while finishing high school.  

A horrible mother is one who beats the shit out of a father who duct tapes a baby’s hands together and who, in turn gets choked to a point of unconsciousness because she did so...many, many times.

A horrible mother shields her children from a physically abusive father by taking their beatings for them for 17 years. She gets her face beat in, she gets scars on her forehead...because she doesn't want to see that happen to them. That's what a horrible mother does. 

A horrible mother pretends to whack her girls with a belt because ‘daddy says so’ and coaches them on when to cry and how to avoid getting hit. Because she doesn’t want to hurt them. Because she is a child herself and doesn’t know what else to do.

A horrible mother walks 4 miles in six feet of snow for years just to volunteer at their Kindergarten and first grade, and second and beyond.

A horrible mother tries to make a living, a life for her girls to get away from an abusive asshole father.

A horrible mother learns skills and becomes more successful than her husband because she wants to break free.

A horrible mother doesn’t make noise when he took that away from her.

A horrible mother breaks down and doesn’t know what to do, but gets blamed for FUCKING EVERYTHING, even when it’s HIS FAULT.

A horrible mother gets into a car accident on your 15th birthday, smashing a cake on the dashboard, and even though your wonderful father was at home and did NOTHING, your HORRIBLE mother still got you another cake, silly string and showed up at the park at 7pm in a rental car….because she fucking sucks and is horrible.

A horrible mother makes sure her girls have a great prom by taking them to get makeup and hair done all day.

A horrible mother always went out of her way to make you feel special and loved.

A horrible mother tells a father to go fuck himself when he tries to ruin said prom.

A horrible mother makes sure her kids bills are paid, by paying her rent and car insurance every month, without fail, without asking for anything in return.

A horrible mother cares and will drop EVERYTHING when her twins fight to talk to both of them and love them both anyway.

A horrible mother is always the first phone call when things suck.

A horrible mother is always the first text when you fight.

A horrible mother is the one who fought the WORLD, who STILL fights the world against an incest case that is reprehensible.

A horrible mother is one who owns a successful company, who has real estate investments, who coaches and encourages thousands of people, daily.

That’s exactly what a horrible mother does.

Your beef? I drink. I smoke. I cuss. So do most successful people. But I have NEVER done anything to hurt you, to damage you intentionally.

And here is the thing that really sucks. Your beef with me, has nothing to do WITH ME, never has. It’s all your father’s hatred and vitriol. All lies, all untrue. If you’d just take a SECOND to get to know me and not listen to an individual who still has open cases of sexual misconduct open with the FBI and the police department for pedophilia, as well as a proven court case of molestation in his home state (again, pedophile), you’d see the truth. But you place such value on someone who is so damaged and hurtful and manipulative, you don’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. Then again, pointing that out is exactly what a horrible mother would do.

Lovingly yours,
A horrible mother

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