Stick a fork in me

Yes, you were a shitty mom. You still are, and probably always will be. I know that my kids and I rank last on your list of priorities. But I always have. And you know what? It bugs me that you want to come to girl child #1's high school graduation. I know it's so you can play GMOTY. YOU BARELY KNOW YOUR OWN GRANDDAUGHTER!! You barely know ANY of my kids. They are not a priority to you. Certainly not like her kids. But then again, it goes back to when I was a kid. You never wanted me. You told me so yourself. You only kept me because of dad. You treat me like garbage. You have this supposed epiphany that I am you all over again, that you treat me like your mom did, and the golden princess treats me like your siblings did to you. Yet, nothing has been done to change it. So here's my thing. When dad dies, you can say good riddance to me. I won't call, you won't have to. I will keep my kids FAR away from the two of you. The emotional abuse you two put me through is horrible. I'm done.