Honey
I liked it here.
Strange considering that I felt more freedom as a prisoner than I’d ever felt out on my own.
I gazed at the pruned rosebushes, tempted to stroke its soft petals and inhale its perfume. Perfectly pruned in the courtyard.
My entire life it felt like I’ve had to take care of myself. Watch my own back because no one was going to do it for me. Even my parents showed me very early on in my life that the world is cruel and it will leave you behind.
That’s what happened to my mother. After she divorced my father, her talk show got canceled and she spiraled. She was an alcoholic before, but after that happened, I don’t think she was ever sober. She lived off of alimony and child support, always hassling my dad for more money.
None of it for me.
All of it to fuel her
