EAT!, you son of a ***** kid! You look like you just came out of Auschewitz!
You have a nose like Carl Malden!
It for the best he died, he was very sick.
I had you in order to stay married to your father, to keep him around.
You’re a *****. You were born a *****.
I’m not as attracted to you while pregnant than before you were pregnant.
I don’t want THAT!
Your son’s the bottom of the barrel.
You might as well take him back, you are miserable with or without him.
I don’t care about anything but what’s best for me.
You never were going to be happy with anybody.

But what I’ve said to myself is by far much worse, too bad to write here.
And worse than what they said is what they didn’t say and what they did.