Another day I guess
(Name) just woke up
"Sh*t my eyes hurt. I cried too much"
(Name) went to the kitchen to cook for themselves
*Door bell rings"
'please its 5 in the morning wtf do you want?'
(Name) opens the door
"Hey (name)"
"Mom?"
"How are you?"
"... What do you want?"
"I'm sorry if it's early in the morning I just came to visit you that's all, aren't you happy to see your mother once again?"
'happy? After you abused me when I was a kid you think I'm happy to see you?'
I can't.
"Yea... Come in I guess"
"Mhm, oh goodness what is this mess?!"
"Sorry. I haven't clean it up I was busy with school and I barely get enough sleep cause of work"
"You should learn how to clean (name)."
'I know how to clean you h*e. I just didn't get the energy to do it since I was so exhausted'
(Name) stayed silent not making a word
"How's life?"
"Fine"
"You look like you haven't eaten for days!"
(Name)'s Mom touch their hands
"Will you stop?! I'm so tired of you. You keep pretending to act nice around me, didn't you forgot that you hated me and you literally ABUSED me."
"... I'm sorry dear"
"Sorry doesn't change anything mom. Just leave please"
(Name)'s mom left
(Name) Cried.
Again
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The "Therapist" friend
Short StoryWe all have/we experience being/met that one "therapist" friend.