Today is my last day in Nova Scotia. I had planned to say goodbye to my Father, but my Mom told me, after it was too late to catch the last bus into town, that she didn't say she would drive me like I thought she had, said she's taken me in enough. I don't know if my being there made any difference to my Dad, and now my Mom is telling me that I am driving her crazy enough for her to kill herself and that I wouldn't care if she did, and that I was the one that made her life a living hell when I was growing up.
This trip was a mistake.
- Written on April 8th, but not published until today. - Sometimes it IS necessary to say things that might hurt another, especially when that other has burdened you with guilt and you want to free yourself from it.
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