Too bad you can’t divorce family.
That sounds horrible…but it’s true in all the right ways.
I’m home for a week and all you can do is be rude to me. You make demands, have me drive all over for you, help you with everything…all so you can be rude to me. I wouldn’t live her if I didn’t have to. Part of me wants to say that to you.
A little over a year ago, you sat around and cried for weeks and weeks wondering why your family fell apart. The answer was so simple: you treated them like shit. No one wants to be with someone who treats them like dirt.
But I can’t leave you like that, unfortunately. I’m stuck to you for some ungodly reason and I’m forced to accept every last minute blow you throw upon me with ease and perfection. I’ve got news for you: GET REAL! I’m not going to accept your new “family” as my own because you want me to. Dream on, you crazy lady.
I hope one day you sit back and realize why things are the way they are in your life. Why I never want to have a relationship with you. Why I sincerely hate you.
