While I have a moments break I need to get my feelings out.

Dear BM: It hurts me to watch those girls hurt over you. Since day one all I've ever seen you do is give those empty promises. You would tell them you love them and you’re coming right back just to leave them with DH and me for days while you shoot up in some seedy hotel with one of your many boyfriends. You know there was a time you were their idol nice sweet suburban mom but then you had to abandon them over and over so you could hook up with these young guys that where nothing but trouble. Every time you left those girls they never once blamed you even when you were gone for weeks at a time. They always imagined you as some super mom who would come running to them in a felid of daisies. But you never came to save them instead you got yourself locked up and left their dad and I here picking up your slack. Their dad is amazing he has always picked up behind you. Trying to get you help and you were a bitch to him always before and after the divorce. Do you even thank me for caring for YOUR children no you freaking spit in my damn face when I took them to visit you? Every time those girls visit you, you hold their hands and their eyes fill with hope as you promise them when you get out you will do all the things for them you never did and how you will just swoop in and save the day. And I know deep in their hearts they still dream of that super mom swooping in and saving them, running through a field of daises into your open arms as you pick them up and spin them around. They’re not little girls anymore their young women now and they need someone they can really look up too. Stop feeding them false hope. We both know when you get out you won’t last long until your back in there. Whenever I go visit I can see your still stung out whoever is supplying you with drugs in there I don't care. And stop asking your kids to send you money you worthless piece of horse shit. My heart bleeds for them. I never carry around hatred it’s to heavy but I don't like you not one bit. I don't know why I am writing this maybe to say to you that I love your girls and every time you screw up I am their catching the pieces and they may never truly appreciate what I do for them but it’s a hell of a lot more than you ever will. You can kiss my ass and rot in there for all I care.

Glad I got that off my chest. Some of these women that wear this big MOTY sticker that they do not freaking deserve need to have it snatched off their chest and stuck down their throats.