I realize once the cord was cut there were no strings attached you could abort me or throw me in the trash instead you kept me you done your best you didn't complain about the mess you made you did that under your breath cursed your self you were told to shape up or pack up you chose to pack up and shack up it only took nine months to swell up I cry you yell " shut up" I can't I can't talk to talk back so I sit in the mess I made yes I did complain constantly getting on your nerves and you have the nerve and audacity to scream at me I realize once the cord was cut there were no strings attached you could abort me or throw me in the trash matter of fact