Hell. My life is Hell. I hate my mother, the all knowing, yet uncaring fat whiny bitch that she is. And joy of joys, I hear myself saying things as she does. After an incredibly lovely fight over how I feed my kids, give them food first, then get mine, damn am I evil, she took my kids to a movie to get them away from 'mommy in a bad mood, you know
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