Love is a farce, and so is Valentine's Day. That love prevails over all or whatever is the sickest bullshit I've ever heard. Sorry, not sorry.
You're probably wondering where I got such firm beliefs. My parents. My parents are the reason I'm so anti-love. They fed me lies and fantasies in the name of love, whereas they were really trying to use me to fix their dysfunctional marriage.
My parents, Ana and Philip Knight, divorced when I was at the wee ripe age of seven. Young enough to still need to hold hands while crossing the street, but old enough to understand what kind of marriage my parents had. They'd bicker and chuck plates every other day, and when they weren't fighting, they'd shower me with affection and attention. That didn't fool me, though. I knew the 'affection' was their fickle attempt to find a worthwhile product of their mistake of a marriage.
When they left, neither of them wanted to live with me. They tossed me back and forth between themselves for three years until they both decided they couldn't 'afford the mental strength it took to raise me.'
"Sweetie, whenever I look at you, I see your father. That's not good for me if I want to move on. I'm sorry."
Those were Ana Knight's exact words.
When I was ten, my parents abandoned me, and my Grandma Reese has taken care of me ever since. She's fed, sheltered and clothed me, and herself of course. She's tried the best she could to give me mental and emotional care, too, but I always return the affection with a heart that's cold, dead and unreceptive to love. That's actually the one thing I'm sorry for; I can't pay her back for all she's done for me for the past ten years.
Valentine's Day is fast approaching, and all I have to say is, life sucks.
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