Isn't that an excuse we use? when we don't want to say it's you, not me.
Today we (and by we, I mean the whole family except one of my sisters because she thinks she's making some point by skipping dinner just so she doesn't have to see my dad's girlfriend) ate lunch with my dad's girlfriend.
She's everything that you are not. or were not. whatever. She has short hair. You did have short hair too, but it wasn't as short has hers; yours would be considered long compared to hers. She has fake fingernails. She wears a lot of acessories. like rings and watches and bracelets. lots of bracelets. One of her teeth is a little off... I don't know how to describe it. forget I said anything about her teeth. She likes spicy food.
And my dad was smiling so big.
So what am I supposed to do? I'm torn. I don't like her. I don't want a step mom. But am I really that hateful child that denies her father eternal happiness after his wife dies and forces him to live the rest of his life feeling like he's cut in half just because I don't want a step mom?
no
cue the long pause
Well...
are you going to say something? ......................................................................................I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm not accepting her. I don't like her. I love my dad.
so are you mad? are you happy? say something. just this once.
are you there? mom? cue the ringing sound that a phone makes after someone has hung up.
YOU ARE READING
Break me
ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
