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"I guess your son hasn't learned to respect others yet."
"Are you going to start on me again?" "You never do what I want you to." "I was always your obedient mistake. You must have me mixed up with Golden Boy." "Why are you coming up with 'mistake' and 'Golden Boy'? "Because you told me years ago that if abortions were legal, I wouldn't be here. As for ''Golden Boy', he was always spoiled by your abusive husband. Neither one of you wanted me. He was always angry with you because you forced him to raise and see me on a daily basis." "I don't have any idea what you are talking about. Where is all of this coming from? Yes, none of you were planned, but you're here, right? I never wanted any kids. I didn't want to get married." "So that's why you bought a brand new three-bedroom house with a guy you didn't love? Let's get down to the REAL question. Were you or were you not pregnant when you were walking down the aisle on October 3, 1959? I want to know, and I want to know NOW!" "O.K. fine. Yes I was pregnant on my wedding night. I wasn't the good little Catholic girl everyone assumed I was. I didn't know I was then. I had my monthly time, so I thought I was safe. Before you ask the next question, the answer is I'm not sure. I always thought he was your father. He may not be." "You bitch! You led me to believe that that bastard was my father? Does he know that I may not be his? Is that why he abused me so much during my childhood? I want to know the truth. I want a DNA test now." "You always want everything. Whether he agrees with the test is up to him. He thinks you're his daughter. Finally the truth is out. I feel like a two ton weight is off my chest. Also, to get back to your earlier statement, when I had my three NORMAL children, I was happy. You were always a thorn in our side. I always had to plan family trips around you to accomodate your needs. That's why my husband blew up on the trip to Virginia Beach and threatened to end the trip." "Then why didn't you just do what the doctors advised? Give me up; forget about me. Go on with your lives and have other kids. I wouldn't have known anything and would've been an angel in Heaven. What did your family say when you told them there would be another grandchild? After all, your parents weren't stupid. They figured out that their precious girl was a bad girl. Shame Shame Corrine. You may be my biological mother, but you're not my Mom. I hate you!" Word Count: 477 Words
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