Gaslight the boy into your narrative, discount every single thing I say and feel, say horrible shit to me but also you are so determined to care about Liam for some reason. You create this family event without speaking to me about it but also question whether I’m cool with involving Dad’s side in your plans, proceed to make no plans with Dad’s family. We fought so hard, a week ago he wasn’t even coming because we have absolutely zero idea how to attempt to communicate with each other. You move knowing that I can survive on literally nothing and continue to offer me a break from something… Anything. Two birds at once?
You reach out at 1 am when you can’t manipulate my kid to go to bed with Bible stories. You scream and interrupt because you can’t handle the idea of the slightest idea of trauma, to hell with it being generational. This has nothing to do with reality. It never did. Let the shit fly, it’s the greatest show I’ve ever seen.
What the mirror maze looks like is if you didn’t document the yesterday, it’s gonna be shocking tomorrow. Just came to my own well looking for strength and found a scream I posted privately months ago and that’s my actual reality.
I need those gummies again!