Not Your Kid

So apparently my mother has decided that because I spend the extra hours between my 40-46 hour work week and school hours with my boyfriend that I don't deserve everything that my sister does. A few weeks ago she went out and bought she and Brea brand new beds, but not me, because I'm "never home." Today she went and bought Brea about 50 - 150 dollars worth of clothes, but wont buy them for me because I'm "never home." Fine you stupid bitch. If we're going to play that game then come Monday, I disown you. You don't need to see my kids, you don't need to come to my wedding, you don't need to see me. Apparently the fact that I see my boyfriend a whole day or two a week is too much. I'm terribly sorry for "messing up." I'm done with the way I'm mistreated. I still remember the day I came home from school crying because all of my so-called-friends chased me around the school yard calling me fat, and remember what you said? You told me that I'm selfish and that I can't see past my own nose. Where did you come from? Why did you have me? It's going to be hard. I'm going to live off of Ramen Noodles, but at least I'll be done with your fake-ass parenting.