You know...
When she makes me cry, it really really hurts. I can cry alone just fine, just to let it out. But with her....my throat closes, and I can't do much more than nod, fidget, and look down. It makes me feel like I'm choking, and really, nothing else could make me feel worse.
I am still crying.
I really didn't mean anything by it. It was a small comment. But I guess that's the one thing she will not put past her.
I know she loves me. I know what my dad says is all crap. I know all that. But it feels like she hates me and what obligations she has because of me. Like she feels like she'd rather have this same life, just without me. Without me complicating things, making her drive me to Heritage and back a million times a day, making her provide for me. I am still not an adult. All I know is taking and taking.
I don't like it when I cry because of her.
I am still crying.
I really didn't mean anything by it. It was a small comment. But I guess that's the one thing she will not put past her.
I know she loves me. I know what my dad says is all crap. I know all that. But it feels like she hates me and what obligations she has because of me. Like she feels like she'd rather have this same life, just without me. Without me complicating things, making her drive me to Heritage and back a million times a day, making her provide for me. I am still not an adult. All I know is taking and taking.
I don't like it when I cry because of her.