like a fly’s, and mumbling a kind of broken English. Her hands gesture to
people who aren’t there.
I keep walking until I’m about five feet or so away from her, then
I brace myself and let it all out.
“You worthless bitch. You have got to be the worst excuse for a
mother that I’ve ever fucking seen. You are pathetic. What’s so wrong
with your life that you need to medicate yourself with vodka and just
about kill yourself in the process? You’re weak, and thank God your
daughter is nothing like you,” I spit this out with all the venom that had
gathered on my tongue on the trip to find her.
It’s funny, but she starts to sob even harder once I’m done. Huge
wracking ugly sobs that cause watery snot to spew from her nostrils and
her shoulders to leap around without her having to ask them to.
Pathetic.
Now that I feel slightly better after giving her the what-for that
she can’t hear, I turn around and t