We were damaged early on.
Thanks, Mutti.
Years of pretense.
A lifetime of living with it.
But the truth came out.
You didn’t like me.
That part didn’t hurt.
It’s that you didn’t even want to.
I was good enough to borrow money from though.
Just not appreciated enough to give me the truth.
Family, my ass.
I Write Her 
The feelings you evoke here are so real. Thanks for sharing such an intimate experience.
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It’s about time I let it go, writing about it helps. Thank you for acknowledging that. ❤
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