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Torn into pieces. In parts. In shreds.
A true family gives and take. But why am I feeling like I’m the only one expected to give?
A new year, a new celebration. Sharing, means just that. Is it even right for you to forbid me from choosing? For weighing my options? Perhaps, when this Sunday comes, I’m left with none of my own.
It’s been so easy for him all these years. An occasional call or two. Money concerns. What money concerns?
And so, it has come to this. Cleaning up open spaces with the help of a cleaner in one day does not justify my months of lost weekends searching through junk that’s not even mine.
There’s something you’re not telling me. Breeding in your heart. Since the photograph, since the words you forgot to say, since the reactions you forgot to show. I don’t want to know how much Tiffany’s is. What I want is for you to be happy. For me.
It’s weird really. When all along you said you’d take care of things but now. But now you’ve turned around with a different voice.
Things are different now. Please try to remember. What happened in the past. What you had to do. That was you. It’s me now. It’s my turn. And I’d like to do it differently.
Plus, I have yet to ask about the trip up North. The way it’s going, I really need to take matters into my own hands. Rest assured, I will never ask for your opinion again. What you said really hurts. Even if it’s a fact. But dear God, you’re going by the book. Which goes to show that what I want is really the least of your concerns.
I never doubted that you have been the one keeping the family going. Money makes the world go round. But it’s not the only thing that keeps everyone moving.
I think it’s best that I ignore you for the rest of the day.
