I hate you.
I decided for the hell of it to scroll through your blog. I hoped I might find a secret hidden photo of my dad that I didnt already have squirreled away in my little shrine folder of unhealthy buried feelings. Maybe I also hoped to find a 2019 post full of regrets about how you lost a child and that you know why. I found you didnt blog at all that year. Not a post full of regret, not a post full of vitriol at the ungreatful brat whose belly you filled for 15 years. Not a thing. It makes sense. Part of the reason I cut you out of my life is because you never did care about me. Why start now that I'm gone? That's fine though. Curiosity, really, was the only reason I wanted to see something. If you had any emotions at all. You don't, and thats fine. Whats not fine was your "mom, you're a hypocrite" post. You really are. You havent the vaguest conception of how right your son is about you. How badly you feel now, and about how you want your kids to have the fre...