hate is not a word i am willing to use very often; but i hate my stepmother, i absolutely hate her. she won’t let my dad come and help me move to london, i.e. to see his daughter move off into the big scary world, because he’s on a business trip the week before and would not be able to spend time with her. she deleted my text messages off his phone so he did not know that i wanted to see him this weekend. she already ruined my family, any now she’s ruining any illusion of love i ever had from my father.
i am an adult, and i should be able to do these things on my own, but all i can thing about are those childhood trips we all took together to big country houses on the weekends. as a family. now it’s just me alone in this big empty house, trying to take on a world i think does not need me here.