by Katie Schwartz
I hate you as venomously and purely and deeply as I possibly can; enveloped and sated by my hate for you. It ferments, rankles and brews in the cauldron of my womb. A moment sequestered from the depravity of its grip is a moment stolen that I will never let you have. Beg me to stop and you will see that I won’t, a conscientious choice because you deserve no less and so much more. Because I hate you that much; I need to hate you in that way. Ironically, I can live with that.
Katie Schwartz, author of Rescue Me, is a comedy writer and essayist. She's written for Ostrich Ink, Girlistic Magazine, Farmhouse Magazine, Tastes Like Chicken, and a host of other festive rags. She also has a blog, All the Way from Oy to Vey, filled with her OCD about the zealotinas of the world and rants about nothing in particular.