Hey mum.
Happy fucking birthday.
Even if you don't fucking deserve it.
You have fucked me up.
You pretend to be so holy.
With your fat creepy husband.
And you second son who is to scared to be who he is.
Where did you find god mummy?
Down some random guys pants?
One day your son will come to me.
I'll let him move in with me and I will accept him no matter what he does.
I won't give a shit if he brings boys home every night.
I'll still be a better parent then you ever where.
But mum...
I still love you.
If you came tomorrow and asked me to be a part of your life you know I would.
Have a great day mum.
