Remember when I called you up crying for the last time. I didn't know what to say to you. But everything you said was an obvious lie. One right after another. I thought things were finally good between us. My heart didn't want to believe my ears.
Me: full of tears and can barely make out the words "I hate how much I love you"
You: "no you don't."
I could tell by the condescending tone in your voice you were smirking when those words hit your lips. You're right. I hate how much I love the facade you put on once in a while to convince me you had potential to be the mother I wanted. I needed. But she...doesn't exist.
©sincerely
S