Entry Eight

I'm an opinionated person. Maybe because my mom is one. Maybe it's because I'm a Leo, regardless I have a lot of opinions and don't really like to keep them to myself. On the flip side my mother instilled me with a sense of manners that are pretty deeply ingrained that I don't even think about crossing certain lines, well I think about it obviously but I would never in a million years do it. Like telling off an older person, even if they deserve.

Pair that with the fact that I think it's soothing to write letters to people if you don't ever mean to send them. So here we go.

Listen lady,
My mom was nice to you, because she doesn't know you well and she just hears how much you suck through us. She doesn't feel like she has the right to step in beyond telling you to back the hell off of her daughters, but I know you well enough and I know all the shit you've put your daughters through. Where the hell do you get off passing judgement on kicking your daughter out when you did it first? We took her in when you decided that you just couldn't handle being a mother and a decent human being anymore. For two months we put up with someone taking up space and hot water and changing where we kept the air and a million and other because you couldn't be an actual mom and deal with your daughter. Instead you're too busy drinking and making an idiot out of yourself, I've seen my mother drunk exactly once in my entire life - I've had Becky reference you being drunk more times lately then she's referenced something you said sober (unless it was something she was reminding you said when you were drunk). So stop judging and be a mom.