Her anger was evident. It almost felt like she was angry at me, even though I had done nothing wrong. At least nothing that I was aware of.
It’s sad, how her words say one thing, but her actions are the complete opposite.
More often than not, I’m walking on eggshells around her. I don’t know if it’s my voice or even my way of talking. All of it seems to bother her,every little thing.
Yet I was feeling guilty without having said a word. I had done nothing wrong, but even without her saying she was angry, I still knew it was my fault. It always is.
Even so, she still hadn’t directed her anger towards me, but the way she avoided my gaze was enough.
Sometimes I question how it came to this. To me wanting to leave my “home”, and abandon her, of all people. I always thought our bond would never break, but I’m just now seeing that it’s hanging by a thread. A weak and pathetic thread.
Funnily enough, it was to be expected. I had dreamed of a perfect family, the same one that is always found at the end of every book that I read. If only they had warned me that the real world is a cruel, manipulative place. You don’t get a happy ending or even the knight in shining armour that you wished for. You get the loneliness and the painfully loud tears. You get the realization that, no matter how hard you try, silence will be the only thing waiting for you.
She knows the pain she’s causing, she’s well aware of it. Even so, she never changes her ways. Her words are as cruel as always, and her attention is directed at what doesn’t matter. Maybe I’m the wrong one. Maybe I’m the one that doesn’t matter.
So much for my happy ending.
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