I got a in box from my sister last week. The reaction of my action.
She called me a “drama queen”. From that moment to this one I search for the drama queen in me.
I do react to hurt rather loud. Probably because I take so long to react. It has taken me 48 years to react to her abuses. I search for a different word but I cannot come up with one.
I am having a learning experience as I write. She leaves me feeling abused.
The part I hate the most, the part that makes me so angry. What the fuck is wrong with me that I took so much for so long? All I come to is Richard Sr. and Alice.