No, I’m not going to call you and wish you a happy Mother’s Day. I’m not going to send you flowers, chocolates or take you to dinner. I’m not doing any of that for you. Why should I do anything nice for the very person who forced me into the unfortunate state of existence without my prior consent? Why should I celebrate the person that is half responsible for all the pain and suffering I’ve had to endure up to this point (for had I never been born I’d have never had to endure any pain or suffering)?
No, I’m not grateful for you or my own existence. I truly am sorry you didn’t feel the same way about procreation as I do. I’ve been part of this hellhole for nearly three decades now, and that’s been three decades too long.
Fuck you, mom.