Things I regret

working in the behavioral disorder school,

and not seeing the problems, calling them all normal,
and then being called a c=unt and f=cuking b=itch
and taking it without saying:

Who in the hell do you think you are, you’re not treating me like this,
like every other woman in this room.

Realizing my daughter was scared to swallow pills at age 9,
and instead grounding her.

That I didn’t let the boy who fought with my daughter come over to
her birthday party, even with a gift, ugly Sheri, totally ugly.