“You really think you can talk to me any kind of way just because you saved the family business.” “Did I not, though?” She stared at me. “It hurts you, don’t it? To see the son who you just knew you’d be bailing out of jail every other weekend, month, or whatever. It pains you that I actually did better than you thought I’d do because you don’t want to apologize for being a piss-poor mother to me. You want a reason to continue being a piss-poor mother to me.”
