A small selection of things my mother has said to me:
If you don’t shape up you’ll be left on the shelf
You’ve got footballer’s thighs and terrible posture
No man worth his salt will look twice at you
Why do you have such a low opinion of yourself?
I expected you’d be more successful
I hoped you'd marry a doctor
I put my life on hold for you and look how you’ve turned out
Why do you drink so much?
No wonder he has a roving eye
I’m not surprised he hit you
You need to learn to shut your trap
Why do you always think people are out to get you?
I don’t believe they raped you
I saw the way you looked at them
When two men invite you to play guitar in their caravan
do you really think they’re interested in your Dylan covers?
There’s a name for girls like you
If you keep that baby I’ll disown you
I’m taking you to get rid of it
Don't blame me for your poor life choices
Miscarriages are nature’s way of weeding out the weaklings
You wanted a girl anyway, so it’s no great loss
Stop crying, you’re upsetting me
Perhaps your loss will give you more empathy?
You were a vile teen, shameful in your twenties
What did I do to deserve you as a daughter?
Decades on it still feels like yesterday
I can never forgive you.