Tired. Exhausted. Mentally.
Something keeps making me go back. Foolishness? Love? Love? Really? Can something like this be called that? Thinking about all the words that went back and forth, all I remember was my disbelief at what was said by her and the usual words that played like a broken record.
SHUT. UP. Please.
I'm not keeping score, but with words like that it's hard not to recollect what I did. Maybe to her it was not that I wanted to, to her it was a duty and that I did it all with a level of unwillingness that was above everything else. Maybe as long as she did something for me in return, the favour (?), this "debt" was declared cleared and filed away. Burnt.
Not once. Not twice. Too many times for me to count.
You are ungrateful and disrespectful....Since when have you ever done anything for me?
Would it be right to say then that you have never done anything for me because it was a duty to a daughter? I try so hard to understand your intentions, your ways, where is yours?
Maybe distance is best when it's between us.
To say that I am hurt does not even come close.