"No, you are getting on my nerves with how you pretend we don't have the conversations. If it were up to you we would never work through any of our problems. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't regardless of how I feel about it. I get it you're broken and your family is mean to you, but you are an adult now. I just want to meet them and move on with our lives," I pointed out. "Let me into your life. I want your past, present and future. Not just these scraps you are boxing up and pretending is a full gift." I walk out of the kitchen into the living room. If I stay I will end up saying something we both will regret. I look around for my shoes.
Lies I Tell Myself
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