words I would say

Mom:
Do you have any idea how sick you are to say the things you say to me? Do you know how wrong you are? Because you are. Nobody is 'bad since the day they were born'. Nobody. That's absurd and YOU KNOW IT. Do you know how hard I have tried to be good? How badly I want you to see that I am NOT awful? Do you know that you don't know me at all? You don't, and you're wrong when you say I am crazy; that I have serious problems because I fight back when you say these things to me. YOU have the problem. Not me! I am just a kid!
Remember when you told me if I stopped being fat, you'd stop being drunk? Guess what? I stopped being fat. And guess what? You killed yourself being drunk. Who overcame? I did. That's right. Me. I overcame, and you will never take that from me. I'm stronger than you ever thought I could be, and I did not deserve ANY of what you did to me. A mom is supposed to love you, and say nice things, and encourage you. To be your biggest fan. You never did any of those things!
You are missing out. You will never get to know me and you will never get to know Madi. You will never get to see how I am determined to be a better mom than you ever were to me. I don't even know what I'm doing but I'll be damned if I follow in your footsteps!!
I'm not done with this; I have only just begun. But for now, I'll end with this. Thank you for all of it. All of the abuse, all of the mean words. All of the never ending fights and screaming. Thank you. Because it has made me who I am today. It has shown me how NOT to treat others. It has shown me what not to do. It has shown me how sick YOU - not ME- were. Let me say that part again. YOU were the sick one, the crazy one. The one with the problem. Not me. NOT ME. I will never, EVER take that on myself again. Have it, it is all yours.