The way you spoke to me is making me cry. I didn't cry about M, not once. Not when he lied, not when he made accusations, not when he ignored me, not when he treated me like shit. All you have to do is send me a bitchy text. I hadn't heard from you for a couple of days so I asked K if she'd seen you. She said you'd asked after me today so I texted you because I thought that would be ok... and this is "all very year 9"? Really? I'm not some pathetic child. If I'd waited for you to make contact I'd probably be waiting a long time. I know I've made bad decisions. I know as a result you think I'm young and stupid, too young for you. But you're a 23 year old man ffs and you act like the biggest child of all. You throw tantrums and sulk and bitch and stir all the time! Stop being so passive-agressive and for once in your life act like a man and be honest with me why you're so angry.
You know what sucks. This whole time I was thinking there was something going on when the truth is you were too fucking drunk to remember what you said to me. I fucking hate you.
Whatever it is, you can get through it. I promise.
Mom, I'm really glad you think I'm doing better.
I'm not, but I'll keep pretending for you.
K may have broken me, but you don't have to know. I don't want you to worry.
Whatever it is, you can get through it. I promise.
Max still isn't home from getting neutered. I'm afraid something happened. Michael came all the way up here to give me my phone so I could call. But I was just as anxious as he is. I feel like crying. I can't even make a stupid phone call to ask if my rat is coming home tonight.
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