I just spoke to you on the phone.
And you told me…
I don’t have time to listen to you when you’re like this.
Like what? Depressed? Alone? Angry? Frustrated? I’m just a burden to you.
I told you you’re being rude.
And you told me I’m the one that’s rude.
You can never do no wrong. Your words, your actions, they’re spiteful. They cut me deep, I hung the phone up and started crying.
It’s the 1st of December today.
Everyone’s putting their Christmas trees up, their lights, they’re singing Christmas songs and fa-la-la’ing… and us? Well me and Zach spent the morning together. Singing Christmas songs and opening our advent calendars.
Whilst you’re away. Doing your own thing. And you don’t have the slightest bit of guilt about it.
You didn’t say you wished you were here. You haven’t told us you miss us. You haven’t expressed any interest in what we’re doing, and how you wished you could’ve seen his face when he saw an advent calendar for the first time.
One day I hope you learn what it is to be a family. But when that day comes, we will probably already be gone. I’m sick of it.
Waiting for you to change is like waiting for pigs to fly.