You Were Never My MotherA Story by JetMardiumto my so called motherEvery Blomberg woman I’ve met is a piece of s**t in their own right and their own way, but this short tale is about one particular overly worthless Blomberg by the name of Noreen Well lets not talk about your failing as a parent to your first two children lets focus on me for now and I will list off in chronological order the most stamped into my mind memories, you know mother the ones that really stay with me and haunt me and don’t make me think for a second that you ever truly cared about me. Lets see when I was barely the age my daughter is now when your sister first sexually abused me, I buried it for so long, but the day my face burst into flames it all came back, every f*****g thing she did to me, everything she did that you let her get away with. Don’t for a second think you had nothing to do with it, you invited her to stay with us in your family home, you allowed her to watch us, and worst of all you f*****g allowed her to live when you found out. If either of my brothers did that to my daughter, I would gut them alive and make them watch as I devoured and f*****g cannibalize them over days to make them suffer.. Most assuredly though I would never keep in contact, I wouldn’t f*****g make my child ever have to be around a person that did that to them again. That chapter of my life has defined and forged so many of the things that make me me, I could have been normal, I could have been anything else than I am, and I blame it on you, deep down, I can’t help but blame it on you. Now skip ahead to my early childhood, there was alot of neglect and abuse, you used to beat all us kids, but you say dad did to. The thing is, I only remember your face, your voice screaming, your hand on the plastic piping as the smooth surface tasted my weak delicate skin. Father was a culprit of neglect, but he had cause, he was out of state working to provide for his family, to provide for three boys, and an honestly always undeserving wife. Even after the beatings stopped, you still neglected me, but why? No matter I don’t truly care anymore. How about the fact that whenever anything was broken, whenever any thing didnt work, or wasn’t up to par, it was my f*****g fault, regardless of if I was even capable of doing it, and even when you found out it was one of the other boys, you never apologized, you simply said “well its usually you anyways”. Like what the f**k Noreen? That is just wrong, maybe a third of the time it was me, you call me a s****y kid, even just today, but your favorite son has more crimes, more hours in lockup, and a shittier demeanor to everyone. Yet I’m still the troublemaker, I’m still the accident that you wanted to be your firstborn daughter. Lets skip ahead a little now, high school, it was just me and you in the house, dad sent money to support us, and you worked a s****y night shift job that kept you gone all day, while I raised my self for awhile, relying on midnight big mac, large fry, large drink combo meals to keep me gaining, until I was two hundred and sixty pounds as a freshman. I swore if I ever hit that weight again I would kill myself, because once again one of the worst times , worst phases in my life was made by you. Did I really need McDonalds everynight, like literally for a year? I have low self esteem issues because of it still, so yeah thanks for that. Then I found my first major relationship, became a man. Now what kind of fucked up person not only lets there sixteen year old sons eighteen year old girlfriend move in, but buys them booze, weed, and sex toys and pornography? Like jesus chirst you sound like you are your own sick a*s f*****g parents. Sometimes a person goes through a s****y life, some people become stronger, some just break and turn into more s**t. Someone wise once said “the same water that softens the potato, hardens the egg” you are the potato. Back to you know who, she smoked some crack and cheated on me with a few guys, single and gangbanged, if her own word was to be trusted. So I ended it. You let her live with you when I moved away for a few months, you were friends with her, a f*****g c**t that hurt your son, the b***h that made me feel like I was dog s**t, and you were her best f*****g friend. Yeah thanks for that. Lets zoom past alot of the pettier s**t you’ve done here and there, in the past few years me and my ex wife have had problems, you continue you check in, and talk s**t, and all around bother with something that has nothing to f*****g do with you. Its my child, be grateful I ever allowed scum like you in her life, I thought maybe giving you a chance would show me something but it didn’t. Yeah she may talk s**t about me, that’s my prerogative not yours, you definitely can not start pretending to be my parent after all these years, that’s not how the s**t works. I’m content taking care of my s**t without your intervention, when I want or need help or advice or even your opinion I will ask for it, but please don’t ever think I want to hear your thoughts on any of my daughters mothers side of the family without asking you beforehand. Lets go to super recent last few months. You and dad bought a house, a major fixer upper, now if we can salvage it it would be the perfect size for my little family, a house I’ve already put blood sweat, and money into, I could possibly have a shot at owning my dream house one day, then you say s**t like “keep that up we won’t sell you the house” over me simply saying I’m gonna put a door on the house and make keys for everyone but you, then chuckling because its what most humans know as a joke. But no that made me an a*****e because just today you cited that you say s**t like that because I was an a*****e first, I joke with people I’m close to, and I guess for some reason some worthless piece of s**t part of me deep down is searching for that maternal affection I never truly had. So rather than berate you and make it escalate I asked you to stop the car so I could walk home, which was a four mile walk still. You gladly slammed on your brakes, but why? I mean you could have slowed down rather than rip the s**t out of the brakes of the van your husband bought for you and everyone but you takes care of and puts gas into. And before I even had the door fully shut you hit the gas and took back off again, thus I walked home in the hot sun for the next hour and twenty minutes, then I sat my a*s down to write this. Its not rude, or mean, or hateful technically, its just factual things that have happened, and factual things I feel all written down for reference. See whereas you lie and stir s**t and start s**t to cause drama, I simply use the truth, cold hard facts, logic to bring you to your f*****g knees. Truth be told, I wish, and I have wished so many times that you would have died that night coming to pick me and the ex wife up at her mothers house, i hate s****y parents, at least I try to be the best I can, when have you ever truly tried to be just decent? RIP Noreen, because b***h you are dead to me © 2016 JetMardiumReviews
|
Stats
238 Views
1 Review Added on May 27, 2016 Last Updated on May 27, 2016 Author
|