Rather than scream into a pillow, I've NC to write an anonymous outburst. Please feel free to add your own.
I hate you. You control my life by proxy. People say you're generous, I say you use money to keep people close. People say you're a mother Theresa, I say you need the dependency to feel of value. I know you don't like me. The day I can finally be free of you, I plan on writing a letter to you to tell you exactly how I feel. You're narrow minded, and you play the child despite being 63. Without you, my life would be 500 times easier. I don't wish you any bad. But you represent everything I would hope not to be as a woman.