We never were very close.
I stayed in my area while she stayed in hers.
Talked when we needed to.
Didn't when we didn't want to.
It seemed normal to me.
We never really got along.
She's told me she wished I were dead once.
I didn't say anything back.
She's gotten angry and yelled at me.
I didn't yell back.
She's glared at me countless times.
I never glared back.
It's a common cycle.
But, recently, it's been a bit different.
She hasn't been as bad as she was.
She's actually somewhat nice.
Yet, I feel like it's because she just pity's me.
I ended up being the family failure.
I have to deal with the blunt end for wanting to the things I want to do.
I have to deal with my father for two more years after she leaves.
So it just feels like she pity's me.
YOU ARE READING
Just make it stop
Non-FictionA bit of a personal thing. I don't know if I'll finish this since it brings back painful memories, but I'll wrote what I can.
