You abandoned me. You threw out every picture, everything that was of me out, just for some stupid new boyfriend. And then when I called you for help, you straight out tell me," I can't. My boyfriend doesn't know about you."
And now that you're married, you keep calling me and telling me to come home. But you know what blows? You telling me that I'll die without you, that I'll end up on some street corner selling myself to get by--because I didn't come home. Well screw you, I'd rather live in a box than go back home to you.
Some mother you turned out to be.