Redux
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.
Originally published 9/23/2018 on I Write Her.
I Write Her 
So sad and well crafted!
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Thank you, Belladonna. Yes, it is. But like I always say “People are stupid and complicated.” I wish my sister and I could have had a close relationships but I think the odds were against us from the beginning.
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Mine as well! Well one of them anyway.
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lol Same!
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We are more hurt by those we love. A very touching poem
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Sadly, yep. :( Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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