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It always comes back. It always comes to this: my father, for all his faults, forgives. My brother forgives. My mother and sister don't, and they expect me to, but if I forgive them I have nothing. No shield. How Freudian is that? I can't believe I'm not a lesbian.
I can't leave. Not really. I'm still here, with a little less pain and a lot more guilt. So, you see, things even out. You can say it's not my fault. Maybe it isn't. But I still feel hurt and guilt and why, why didn't you. Pick me. Why didn't you stop me. Why did you (let me) leave.
I can't leave. Not really. I'm still here, with a little less pain and a lot more guilt. So, you see, things even out. You can say it's not my fault. Maybe it isn't. But I still feel hurt and guilt and why, why didn't you. Pick me. Why didn't you stop me. Why did you (let me) leave.