I hate my mother for screwing up my life from 6 years old and on. She is 100% the reason I am so messed up. When she died I did not shed one tear.

She came to America first and brought me over the following year. She was unmarried and looking for a husband and her and my aunt who I also hate decided it would be best if we pretended I was my mothers brother until she got married. So for the next few years I could not call her mom and had to address her by her name. A habit that was hard to break until much much later in my adult hood.

When she did finally get married a really decent guy who I looked up to as a father and great provider she cheated on him with a loser and divorced him to live with that loser, who would become my step father for the remainder of her pitiful life. I hate my step father too and look forward to the day he dies! He never treated me nice always ignored me would argue and fight with my mom and slap her around. I was terrified of him as a child and stayed in my room most of my child hood growing up. I was afraid to eat some thing in the refrigerator because if it was his he would yell about it. Being the loser he was he could not hold a job for long and so we moved around a lot almost every other year.

Yup my dear old mom the stupid fock she was pulled me out of a normal happy life and childhood and threw me in a living hell. Fock them both may they both rot in hell.