When I was a kid my mom had this system where every time I did something good or helped her out with something I would get points. Enough points and I got to go to mc donalds. When my brother was born, my mom was super stressed out. So she told me that if I could get the little shit to stop crying, I would get 20 points. That was enough for 1 and 1/5 mc donald trips.

So after he and my mom fell asleep, I got some bleach from under the bathroom sink, took him outside, and force fed him the entire bottle. When my mom woke up and saw he wasn't moving she started crying, which was more annoying than his! She was really hurt, which didn't make much sense to me because he was taking all the attention away from her "favorite child".

Anyway after a couple weeks she's calmed down a little. So I ask her when I can get my points and go to mc donalds. And she HITS ME!? Just a fraction of the abuse I faced. AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE DYING ALONE IN THE RETIREMENT HOME MOM! Sorry for #venting