My mother has been a victim all her life. She is the definition of a tragedy. It makes me so angry that she has never known love, support, or peace. When I think about the day she dies (and I don't want to think about these things, but I can't help it), there will be nothing that I can think of that would make me say "She led a great life." She never has. That is the honest to God truth. And I'm so goddamn sorry for that.