Disclaimer: I do not own Malcolm in the Middle in any way.
AN: I just needed to hate someone. Lois got in the way. I am not sorry.
Warning: LOIS BASHING. LOIS LOVERS COMETH NOT HERE.
Are you proud of who you are?
Are you looking forward to having a nice gravestone that will mislead everyone who never knew you: Beloved Wife, Mother, Co-worker and...
Terrible Sister, Neglectful Mother, Bossy, Shouts, Abuser-
What was that?
Not an abuser?
No, you don't hit your kids. But that's just one sign of abuse.
Did you know there's more than one kind of abuse Lois? I can list them to you if you want me to. I can show you which ones you've done to your children.
Do you remember when you promised to love them forever?
I can practically see you mouthing the words to the baby born on your wedding day. Francis, wasn't it? The one you always saw as your first failure, your first mistake, your first child.
But he hasn't been a child for a while.
You used to be so nice, Lois. So sweet, so kind, so loving. That's why everybody loved you Lois. And then, remember when your baby boy set something on fire? He was a baby, Lois. He wasn't to know any better. Just a child. But something in you snapped that day, and what did you become?
Two words can describe a person.
Because that's where it'll lead, Lois.
Because you should have taught them better.
One word can describe you as well.