Dear Daddy, You sent mom to the hospital …

Dear Man (that I hate so much that I’d love to publicly name one day, and very well may name one of these days – )

I remember the one time I spent the night over at my friend’s house was the night you sent mom to the hospital.

Actually there were a lot of nights mom probably should’ve gone to the hospital but this night… this night must’ve just been all out fucking special!!!

And I’ll tell you, I may not remember if I was 13 or 14 but I can remember how fucking embarrassing it was to ask my friend’s mother if I could stay at her house for another night because my mom was in the ER recovering from getting her face and chest beat in. And I can also remember how concerned I was for mom for the rest of the weekend. I can also remember wanting to cut your neck when I finally did come home to a mother with cracked and bruised ribs and a bruised face.

Can you imagine getting your rib cage cracked up for minding your own business?

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Jenny Greenteeth