The games you play with your daughter's health are unforgivable. Beyond that, they are also extremely dangerous and irresponsible. The fact that you derive such a feeling of power over not only subjecting her to medications which carry the probability of extreme and debilitating side effects, but that you expose her to this risk with a callous "wait and see if it helps or harms" attitude both disgusts and sickens me. So does your practice of not telling her father until after the fact. Don't even get me started on your penchant for verbally exploding on him when he takes you to task for keeping him in the dark about his daughter's health and well being. You should consider yourself lucky that he only files away your illiterate missives and never actually unleashes his fury on you.
As for the brilliantly worded and creatively punctuated email tirades sent in a paltry attempt to defend your irresponsibility and lack of care, don't bother. Your actions speak volumes on their own and can never be erased with any of the pathetic excuses you have to offer. With maternal instincts such as yours, you have no right to consider yourself anything more than an egg donor. A feral cat is a better example of a mother than you.
I would like to say that I hope you die in a fire, but I sincerely think that's too good for you. Perhaps some sort of flesh eating disease, which of course would have to be misdiagnosed, improperly treated, and carry with it a litany of horrible side effects would be more in line with what you deserve.
In short, I wish upon you all the pain you've tried to inflict on her.
I would settle for you finding a decent Psychologist for yourself.
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That's one bitch who needs a beat down in a serious way.
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