Happy Mother's Day

When you die people sometimes beg for you to come back, but when you are here they don't even acknowledge your existence.

That pretty much defines my biological family. It doesn't matter what I did or didn't do it ends up being wrong. 

When I think back on my life I only have one question for you people. What in the hell is wrong with you? You are apparently all perfect beings. Well good for you. I guess I did something right after all!

Happy mother's Day to everyone.