I can take a lot of things. I can take being called every name in the fucking book. I can take rumors and lies. I can take you hating me and not wanting anything to do with me. I can be told that I am exactly like my mother or that I am selfish with the things I have done with my life. I can take you saying that you have pretended to like me and that I am full of lies. I can take you saying I back stabbed you because I got a pervert away from you. Yeah I can take all of that. But I will not take you saying that I don’t fucking care about you. That I don’t love you. And that I never have. Because that is one fucking thing you won’t ever know. You don’t know what goes on in my head or my heart. I have fucked up, I know that but I have tried so hard to show you I love you. TO be there. I tell the truth and you don’t like it.
It sucks…I was having a good day. I wrote my vows. My daughters in a good mood. Shayn is great. Then I talk to you and my whole day is ruined.
i try not to be sensitive but its hard because you’re my fucking sister and I love you so much and you intentionally hurt me. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. But I’ll always be here whether or not you want me.