Post by glensyhay on Dec 26, 2011 23:01:45 GMT -5
Blatant lies and disrespect. In sickness and health my dear in sickness in sickness this isn’t really a marriage but a family works the same way right? I liked to think that I was one of the few teens whose parents didn’t actually lie to them at least not outright how sad it is how sad how sad it is to blame a withering woman for your problems she’s slipping through our fingers and you don’t seem to notice. And if I wanted to leave if I really, really wanted to leave you and my cold bed believe me dear I would’ve. I would’ve left on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon and you would’ve never seen me again and my things would be burning in the pile of ashes you left out back with my other soiled memories when you came home when you came home late complaining and complaining and complaining and never loving and never happy and never smiling why are you never happy my dear there’s so many reasons to be happy. you tell me I’m pretty and I shouldn’t think of myself with such contempt but you won’t let me look pretty like I want to. “Ridiculous, ridiculous” you always say why can’t you find a better synonym I’m sick of it sick of it so much it hurts me and no matter what face I make you’re never happy why are you never happy, and you say things to hurt me just to hurt me and the beautiful woman who replaced your mother is like dirt to you now and so what am I dear what am I nothing more than the stitch in your side. and there comes a time in a young girls life when she has to realize her mother may be more damaged than her and I can only hope that I never make my daughter look at the kitchen knives with as much longing as you do I.