Okay, then why did she leave? If she loved us so much, why wasn’t she here? She wasn’t here! She was never fu. c/k/ing here! She left! I was nine! Nine and taking care of you. Taking care of all of us. I was in fourth grade dragging your a/s. s, passed out, in from the yard so you wouldn’t freeze to death. Staying up all night with Ian when he had chicken pox. I washed Carl’s shi. tt/y diapers! I picked lice out of Liam’s hair! And I was here when Debbie got her first period. Not Monica. Me. And never you, you were too fu. c.k. ing loaded. She was a junkie and a drunk. She didn’t love me. She didn’t love you. She didn’t give a sh. it about anyone but herself. I’m glad she’s dead. At least now she can’t f. u.c..k us over anymore.