“You know what she used to tell me when she was drunk off her ass while my father was working late? She hated me. She couldn’t stand to look at me because she didn’t want me. She wanted this picture perfect lifestyle; the house, the cars, the expensive lunches with her friends, and elaborate vacations. She wanted to enjoy my father’s family’s money and the fruits of his labor. She couldn’t do that with me. She told me she didn’t sign up to be a stay-at-home mother.”
