I'm not referring to spending time with my father, of course. I wouldn't know him if he passed me on the street. My holiday will have to be a strategic juggle between the two women in my life. Lex and my mother. My sister doesn't speak to our mother. They literally cannot have a conversation without it ending in a scream fest. It's something I've had to truly come to grips with recently. I've come to accept that some relationships are toxic. Trying to maintain them for the sake of it is like allowing a disease to eat away at you when you hold the antidote. For Lex, the antidote is a communication blackout. For me…well, I haven't figured one out yet. And, as I sit in my mother's living room, I'm terrified there isn't one. Guilt crawls around my stomach as I take in the dirty baseboards, the scuffmarks on the walls, and the worn carpet with stains layered on it. It disgusts me to sit here, on this couch, not knowing what's happened on it or why the room smells faintly like mold even through the pungent smell of cigarette smoke. When I moved her in here, the apartment was decent.
What do You think about Entice (Hearts Of Stone #2)?
