I hate you.

I hate you for teaching me to be so comfortable in anger.

I hate it that there are some days my heart constantly boils over with anger over nothing in particular.

I died. Long ago. I missed being gentle and kind with my kids. I missed persevering in bringing my kids up to be nice people. Why be nice when the rest of the world only wait to take full advantage of kind people?

I can no longer do that. I'm not going to be a good person anymore.  The fittes5 survive.  Works even in a family, what more outside?

I hate you.  I hate you.  I hate you.

I HATE YOU!