Your antics are pathetic. You've driven off one daughter and you are doing a good job of pushing away the second one. I can't do this anymore. For years I've given you chances, but I can't put up with this. I may have my bad habits, but at least I work hard to overcome my obstacles. You won't even admit that you have a problem, and you never will, not unless everyone and everything left you. I'm not sure whether I am angrier that you won't ever realize the truth or if I pity you and how sad you must feel to live like this.

Either way, keep going, mom. I may live in your house, but each day I distance myself from you further.