Prologue
I’ve had thoughts of killing my mother for a long time now.In the pastthey were fleeting thoughts but becoming more often now and staying for longer.She has never been a mother to me!I’ve been the one in the mother role, always parenting her.Ever since my dad diedI have taken responsibility, because she just fell apart.What else could I do?I sometimes look at otherDoing motherly things such as cooking a meal,and concerned for their welfare.Checking if they are wrapped up if its cold.No such fucking thing from my mother!No, it is always me who has to pick up the pieces {literally!}A broken vase that she has knocked off when pissed.Finding her wet knickers, stuffed in the most