Not sure what it happened really. When you stopped talking. Stopped listening.
or were you always that way?
Was it about the same time as me not being able to meet all your needs ? Or possibly when I decided to focus on saving myself because apparently I wasn’t the same person who you met all those years ago? Or was it when I could no longer give as many fucks as you wanted me to give.
Or was it a culmination of all of the above.
It’s not easy watching you sink away .. eating your own words and regret.
But then I remember.
You left me to fend for myself.
You said it was too hard.
I was too hard.
I’m pretty sure that’s not how love works.
I’m no expert in that department though.
Try as I might, to unfold how we got to this, I find myself asking my Nan .. is this what it was like for you? To be belittled, ignored and largely unloved?
It’s a strange strange thing.