Bitch

Bitch was never supportive of anything I ever wanted to do. I've always wanted to write. From the days when my mom would check out jesse stuart books from the book mobile till the days that I am older, I have always wanted to be a published author. All I ever heard was shit like “writing is the lazy man's way to success. You will never amount to anything. You will never be a writer. The songs you write are stupid. The poetry you write makes no sense. You are a loser.”

Well you know what? Fuck you bitch! The day you die, if i'm still living, I will drink a 12 pack of bud light in your memory. You are a vain, arrogant cunt and i'm damn glad you aren't in my life anymore. I will drink that beer out of happiness and celebration, not because I feel sorry for your passing, but because I (as well as the many others you have been with) will be glad to know that you will not be psychologically annoying any more men in this world.

I always knew your mom was a psycho and that you were always on your way to filling your foot steps. Filling her shoes is one thing that I totally agree that you've done well with. Ask Charlie, Jeb, Gary, or any others you've married and/or slept with. Charlie knows the truth behind my son's attack as a child.

There I was, working as a greeter at Visions Night Club in Covington. Social Services in Grant County calls me to tell me that I need to get to your house because my son needs me. One week before his first birthday. I get there to find the state police vehicle in the driveway. Trooper Mike Kelly was there.

I go inside to find my son beat the hell up. Finger marks around his neck, cigarette burns on his chest, stripes around his torso, and his “private” area so tender, red, and swollen that it didn't even look like human body parts. Trooper Kelly had me to hold him while he took pictures of all the injuries. I go inside to where his crib was, teeth marks along the top of the crib from teething is one thing, but all the way around the top of the crib? What? Did you starve him to death too?

You played innocent, charlie got arrested for child abuse, you should have been arrested for no less than child endangerment. We took him to the hospital to make sure there were no permanent injuries. The doctor's were so mad. I was so mad. At the time I believed that it was all Charlie. After time, I realized it wasn't Charlie at all. For years I couldn't go through a checkout line with a female cashier because anytime a girl spoke to me, My son would go into fits. He was afraid of them for some reason.  Now I know why.  YOU were the one that abused him. How dare you! If charges could be filed today, I would so do it.

I got emergency custody and later was awarded full custody of my son. The judge even ruled that if you wish to have visitation, that you would have to file a motion in Circuit court and explain why you should get to visit with him. Two Christmases and one birthday you showed up in 18 years of his life. But I'm the sorry one. Yeah, right.

I have a great son now. I never tried one time to sway his thoughts or feelings for you in all the time of him growing up. I figured some day he would learn on his own what an evil cunt you were and still are.

Yeah, when I got him we moved a few hundred miles away, yeah you could have visited more often. I guess he never meant enough to you to take the trouble out to go see him though.

We still got by, we still made it, and I have raised a fine young man that you had NOTHING to do with his upbringing. Yeah, fuck you!

We eventually moved back in the area. Yeah you bought us a junky trailer in the worst trailer park that Covington has to offer and we made it home the best we could. The roaches, termites, and rotted floors were just another challenge that we faced head on and eventually lost the war with. Yet it was a stepping stone and we eventually moved on.

During the times my son got to see you and spend some time with you. To this day he wonders how come I ever married you. You're a titless wonder miss nipples. Still wearing your training bra? 50 years old and still in a trainer. Wow! With all the money you've made over the years and the child support that was so cheap, I would have thought you could've afforded a set of tits by now, I guess I was wrong there too huh?

I remember the night we finally got to bring him home from the hospital, he had a heart murmur so they kept him a day longer than they did you. They probably wanted you out of there because you are such a bitch. The same night that we brought him home, he cried for his middle of the night feeding and diaper change. I had gotten home from work an hour or two earlier and you got up to feed and change him. I fell asleep glad to know that we had a son and you were doing your first night time duties as a new mom.

I awoke to “Hold your goddamn little legs still you little bastard!”

Really? That's how you feel about our new son? I got up and took him from you and said “Don't you ever touch my son again!” “From now on I will change his diapers, I will feed him, I will bathe and do whatever he needs. What was your reply? “I'm tired of you being like a ray of sunshine up his ass anyway! He always smiles around you and all he does around me is cry.”

Remember that you bitch? I can't help but think that if you had gotten the full custody of him that he would have been dead by now or turned into a sissy. Why? Cause you are an overbearing cunt that has no patience with babies (not even your own), and you would probably bitch out a parapalegic for not being able to keep up with you walking into a restaurant. Yeah, that's truly the kind of ass that you are.

I've got lots of awesome memories of his growing up that you will never know. You will never deserve to know. As a mother, you are not worth the mention but I mention you because of your attitude, because of your arrogance, and because not me or anyone else like you.

My son has told me often that he hates you. His feelings for you are what you gave him. Not me. Remember, I wanted him to be able to fairly form his own opinion of you in his own time. He did so and that was all you.

Granted, I've made mistakes along the road of this life. I am only human. You are sub-human. Sub Human Ignorant Trig. S.H.I.T. That's how I see you now. That's how I will see you till the day I die.

Thank you for such an enlightening knowledge of your ignorance. Your mom, you, and your sister Patti are about as judgemental and stupid as they come. Judgemental or mental? Hmmmm. No wonder Debbie and Gary has nothing to do with you. I would have ran as far as I could get from you as well. Oh yeah, I did that but for some stupid reason came back. I worked my butt off for another 5 years at wolf steel before getting laid off for the economic bottoming out in manufacturing. About the time I was going back to work, I had according to doctors, between 5 and 7 mini strokes and was lucky that I wasn't paralyzed or dead. My son wouldn't let me go back to work for a very long time.

Now that I feel like I can go back to work, he is still very restrictive on what he will allow me to work at. I would be the same with my father if put in that position. Sorry ass? No, just sorry that we ever made a second or third try in our marriage. Not sorry that I ever met you, because I have a helluva son out our union. I am sorry that I ever started talking to you again after all these years. We were much better off without you in our lives. I feel very glad to finally get this off of my chest too. Thank you bitch. My mom, dad, brother, sister, friends, and now my son all agree. You are a psycho and were are glad to be rid of you.

This starts a new chapter in our lives now and I am very glad to see it. This is a time of opportunity, of hope, of a new future. Why? Because you are no longer in it in any way. Sure, we're homeless right now, but that gives a new motivation. Tennessee? Texas? Florida? Maybe even Louisiana, I don't care where we end up. Just knowing that we are there without you in our lives to demoralize and belittle our happiness means so much to me.

You confided in me the other day and said that you are so afraid that you will end up like your mother. Well, be afraid no longer, you are dead on!

David my son, Anna my high school sweetheart and first love, and of course writing, are my first three loves and always will be.

I don't know whether to call this a short story or an open letter to a bitch. Either is pretty good.

Could it be chapter 1? Only time will tell.