Dear Mother,

I am a fighter.

Unwarranted quote of the day, courtesy of my dear, beloved mother on how I've ruined her life with my personal choices: "I'd rather you do drugs! At least that's curable."

Wow.

Dear Parents Everywhere.
Never encourage your children to do drugs under any circumstances. I can guarantee you that I have done so much better than so many of my peers. Just because I'm happily living with the man I intend to marry doesn't mean I have some sort of disease. I'm happy. To this asshole who dares call herself a mother, happiness is a disease. She is the cure. She is vile, poisonous, and sick. She's childish. Never set such a wretched example for your children EVER under ANY circumstances.
Love,
Val

My mother's life will become more and more riddled with regret and, frankly, I don't give a damn. I hope she chokes on her regret. I honestly can't wait for her to say she's not coming to my wedding and I can't wait for her to realize that she's ruined all hope of ever seeing her grandchildren. May she die old and alone with no one in the world to love or care for her as she has tried to impose on me.

My post may seem cruel and unyielding, but I am done calling this beast "mother". I have reached out to my fullest extent and tried to show her love and respect, but get nothing in return but hate and hurt. Knowing me, I will continue to try and reach out; however, know that we're on thin ice.

I could use your prayers and positive vibes as I deal with this issue... Thank you. <3