I’m not judging
I’m calling what I see
You promised that you would choose your children over him
Now I have to be the strong one
I can’t be the strong one
I’m crumbling over the pressure
The things you promised…
The promises I don’t see…
What about forgiveness?
But there aren’t really any numbers after seventy times seven
That’s what we always forget, right?
Definitely not promises to protect our children
We would never forget our children
“I could never be with him again after he said that”
But it’s her fault, right?
Your little girl really is a dumb bitch, right, mommy?
Kiss me with the same lips that kiss him
Because unconditional love has to be convenient
I rarely catch myself in this sort of rage
I saw her cry
I melted when I’m supposed to carry the loads
I said many things that will shame me tomorrow
But things wouldn’t change if I didn’t
You might still think it’s okay to lie
Aren’t you still an example?
Don’t you have to set the image of a model person?
At least you compared yourself to my father
Because I would never chastise him
Yet he never pretends to be more than he is
Did I see you rush home?
Are you here to be any sort of comfort?
No. You’re over there
I saw her eyes
I heard her sobs
I had to do something
I had to be the strong one
Someone had to be the strong one
My strength is fading fast
She talks about running away
How is home ever not home?
My sister doesn’t feel safe where she should feel safe
But that isn’t important to you
I’m tired of all this
So that makes me the bad guy
My sister isn’t allowed to want her mother back