I am sitting getting my car looked at and receive you multiple messages that you have to get your car in immediately. I tell you that I am there now and will let you know what they say since my car smells like it is on fire and the engine light is on. Your response?? So what about my car? When can I get in? What day can I get my car in?
Not, ok hon let's make a plan. Orok hon are you ok? Need anything?
No. Me. Me. Me. Me.
And why for fuck's sake did you not mention it last week so we could make a fucking plan???
Yet, when I text G, his immediate response when I asked to borrow his car..."Of course! Anytime and for however long you need it!" And I cried. How is that something to cry over? A simple, kind text. Kindness.
Then tonight when dad asks your opinion about Lola you respond with one line, " yeah so what you said." But thank goodness you were able to tweet during a family crisis.
And thanks for being awake and turning your back on me when I got home tonight. You do this every single time. Can you be any more dismissive and hurtful?
I cannot stand being in your presence any longer. You make me feel worthless.
Just leave me already. Go. Let me find some peace. Let me try to glue all my broken pieces back together.
Let me go.
