Her excuse is ADD. She’s lazy, she always has been, but I assure you she does not have ADD. A much as she’d like it to be, procrastination is not a legal illness. It must be acquired. From elementary school to high school she’s taken advantage of my intellect and knack for math and science, trading her hard work for my things of little importance. I never really complained, for the only time I’ve actually felt close to her was when I was doing something for her benefit. After I was of no use she would shrug me off and treat me as usual, as a stupid stranger. She just sits there, slouched over the dining room table, letting out irritated sighs and doing all in her power to distract me. I can feel her searching for something to get a reaction out of me with, to disrupt my thoughts and every aspect of my life all at once. She does whatever she can do to destroy my dreams and aspirations and expose my weaknesses to the world, so I hide. She doesn’t know much about me, all she “knows†is her assumptions and accusations, which she assures through her consistently demeaning glares and whispers. She never fails.
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