You asked 'what do you want',

But all I heard was do you know what I want of you?

You said 'it was up to you',

I knew to choose what you wanted me to choose.

You asked 'are you sure',

I said 'yes', because that is what you wanted to hear,

Because you had my respect,

Or fear,

I wasn't sure what to call it then,

Now I know it was fear.

Soon I stopped playing your games and I started playing my own by my own rules.

You weren't too keen to that.

It didn't matter, though,

I had grown out of you.

That was years ago, but you never let it go.

'Do you regret it?' you asked.

I've waited for you to ask me that for a long time,

You've dragged those words around in plain sight for a decade now,

They have been sitting on you're inherently vicious, drunken tongue all this time,

But I refused to play then, and I refuse to play now,

'No, I don't regret it',

You don't appreciate that,

You have always had a hard time loving anything other than the submissive.

You were always a dog person but I've learned to be okay with that.

You click your tongue like I said something offensive,

'I should have made you do it,' you tell me, 'You were a child, you didn't know any better',

'You could not have lived precariously through me forever, mother, it was just as well that I ended it then',

'What are you talking about?',

'Believe it or not, I have always know what is best for me',

'You were a child,' you told me again dismissively,

I was a conscious one too,

One aware of how her mother had stripped her of her childhood innocence and curiosity,

I repel everything she throws at me now.

I resent her for that,

As I'm sure she does me.

-Good parenting

yikes... maybe that was a little too much but burning here watching her treat us like this