What is done is done

I don’t really know if that bitch of a mother actually felt any remorse when she did this to us, but, what ever, if I have to be her, I’ll do it better than her.

Really, when I went to bed, the night before going to college, the last thing I would have imagined was that I would wake up inside the body of my pregnant mother. Obviously, at first I thought it was a dream or that I was dying or anything but that it was actually happening. It was so hard to believe; however, when I explored the empty apartment and found her note, apologizing and explaining a lot of bull shit about not wanting to live again as a single mother… Well, what is done is done.

I wasn’t able to find a way to go back to body. Then, I’ll have to do whatever it takes to get myself a life I can live for. It’s kind of ironic seeing that bitch’s face in each mirror I look and remember how proud and happy I was about having a mother as strong as her. Up to that day, I would have done anything to help that woman, but now… That bitch is death for me.

Oh, Anna! Don’t kick your bro… your mom’s belly like that. She has to be perfect to get an awesome father for you. After all, even if I’m old enough to be your best dead brother’s mom and I’m also carrying you, I’m sexier than most other women my age and I’m sure I can get any man I desire to be my husband and your dad, my lovely only daughter.