What have you had your entire life that I didn’t give you? I’m not getting into it. I’m doing this thing. OK? I don’t owe you fucking anything. I blame myself. I spoiled you. And now… you’re fucked. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re a hothouse flower…that you’re nothing. You’re curdled cream. Maybe… Maybe you should write a book or collect sports cars or something. But for the world? Nah. I’m sorry. You’re not made for it.
When I was expecting with you, I thought you’d save me. I thought you’d love me, and then my…my mother would love me. Even from the beginning, you disobeyed. You wouldn’t…wouldn’t eat, like… like you were punishing me for being born. You made me feel like a fool, like a…like a child. You were a child. And now you come back here……and all I can think is… What? What, Mama? You smell ripe.
