And yeah, it will be, my THIRTY-FOURTH years of life by tomorrow, so, bear with me, or else!!! Feel free to see THAT as a T-H-R-E-A-T if you wish…
My dear Emily (and yes, that WAS, still HER name!!!), had you been born, you would already be SEVEN years old, and, I KNOW, that as a seven-year-old child, you would’ve gotten EVERYTHING you’d needed, because I would’ve provided these things vital to your coming into being for you, but, you’re, DEAD!
not my photograph still…
I am turning thirty-FOUR years old tomorrow (and those of you wondering, that’s still FOUR FUCKING years, PAST MY reproductive DEADLINE!!!), and, I’d gained, a lot of wisdom (that’s still the VIRTUE for the very FINAL stage of psychosocial development that E. Erikson came up with) already.
Dear baby girl, had you been born, I would’ve taught you, EVERYTHING valuable that I’d found myself, I would’ve SOCIALIZED you very well too, as I’d, managed to, socialized myself growing up, I wouldn’t have deprived you of ANYTHING, like I was, deprived of EVERYTHING that I’d needed in my life, I would’ve done EVERYTHING RIGHT by you, believed everything that you’d told me (As I still don’t GOT that MALE problem of TRANSFERENCE, hello, hello, hello???), and, we would be, the world’s (mine, that is!!!) BEST mommy-baby girl pair EVER!
not my photograph…
But, you’re not here, you’d already, been, MURDERED, by those MOTHER-FUCKERS (and no, do NOT pardon me for saying this this time ‘round…), and I’m still, a TOTAL BITCH (being BORN in the YEAR of the D-O-G, hello, hello, hello???), because mommy HAS to BITCH, baby girl, because if mommy doesn’t keep on BITCHING, then, both of us would’ve been MURDERED, for nothing, and I will NEVER, allow our lives, to be lost, for NOTHING!!!
So, here’s, a belated birthday to you, my dear Baby Em (she would’ve been born back in March, 2009???), and, a happy birthday to the Q-U-E-E-N MOMMY.
Life, the Obstacle Course 