Angry.
Yeah, we need to not talk for a little while here, because you don’t want to hear the things I have to say to you.
When I think of my childhood, it wasn’t necessarily unhappy- I had some good friends and some good times, but when I search my memory for moments that stick out to me, this is what I remember- Larry taunting me because. I couldn’t do anything to him, Larry enjoying making me cry, asking me at my uncle’s wedding to lie about how much he was drinking, having to climb up on the roof to get your car keys down because Larry threw them up there so you couldn’t follow him, the whole clan outside looking for your engagement ring.. Larry threw that too. Nicholas crying on the carpet of the house in covina because Larry lost his temper and smacked him on the legs with a fly swatter, the speaker going thru the wall, the candle that missed its mark and clipped you in the knee instead, the Vegas trip Larry ruined by almost getting arrested, Larry trying to come after me and since you got between us, his spit on my face instead.
Any one or two of these things would have been enough for most people. But no, not you. You seem to have an infinite amount of patience for this man.
For the past three weeks he’s told you he wants a divorce. He’s been lying to you about where he goes and drinking again, and the very day you find out about this you go out and buy a truck with him and decide maybe you’ll stay together after all?
What happened to the woman who taught me not to accept bad treatment from a man? The woman who refused to hear another word about any man she deemed fell below her standards?
I can hardly bring myself to speak to you right now and certainly not about this.
