dear mom.
I'm sorry that you don't have someone to bow down and worship your every idea, not even the brilliant ones. I'm sorry that you no one walks around behind you, exclaiming over every task you complete, and what a wonderwoman you are. You are.
but I'm not that person. I'm not even applying for the position. I'm 19, your daughter, grumpy, and not in the mood to be your self-esteem as well as my own.
(I'm also sorry I don't have the person who walks around behind me explaining that this reality does not make me a bitch.)
~Mary