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.ki. ng 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 sh. itt. 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 f. u.c..king 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. ck us over anymore.