Isn't it grand when someone who's supposed to care about you posts horrible shit on Facebook alienating you from your relatives irreparably? It's an absolute blast getting spitefully presented to a crowd of family and close friends as a delinquent child who's disrespectful and rude and snippy. I'm referred to as mean and crude and incorrigible for "saying mean things" when in all reality I just asked her not to post a thing on Facebook. When /she/ lashes out and screams and slams doors and then takes her anger out by yelling at and slandering dad no one ever hears about it. Everyone hears the pristine telenovela version that paints her as the perfect victim, and honestly that's shitty and horribly cliched of her, but of course that doesn't matter. In the end we're always left in the same place checking the wreck she left behind, reading the scornful texts from family members, checking off the list of people I can no longer talk to, and painting on pristine smiles because in anywhere from a few days to a week she'll emerge smiling and pretending this never happened. After all, why would it happen? She "loves" us.
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Things I wish I could say to my mother.
PoetryThis is gunna be a really personal book and it's purpose is to keep a compendium of sorts as to what I feel and things I need to get across.
