You behaved so loving towards us when dad was around to impress him.
And as soon as he left, your countenance changed into grim.
You hid the cookies.
You locked the fridge.
You were no longer the woman who patted our heads and called us "sweety".
You snitched on us all the time.
Dad punished us every time
My brother started smoking weed in the meantime.
It was the only getaway he knew from reality.
You reported him to dad during supper time.
I left the table when dad started cussing us all.
My brother tried meth during the spring holiday.
He overdosed and dad refused to pay for the funeral money.
She was barely seventeen when my sister became a part time stripper.
The pool boy you slept with when dad was out of town told you he saw her in the strip club.
You made a four course meal and invited the neighbours.
You broke the news to them because you knew they would spread it like a bushfire.
When dad heard the ill news, he physically battered my sister and threw her out of the house.
Her psychotic boyfriend shot her on the neck when he caught her giving CPR to a boy who drowned in the swimming pool.
You wrecked our family from within and gloated the devastation you brought upon us.
Then got surprised when dad didn't leave you a penny in his will.
He only married you for you had a fat ass, pretty face and small brain.
Fuck you though.
