D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

A call from Cassie. My mother is not doing well. Far too much to go into right now. I am settling it all, letting the sorrow sift through the barricades I have spent the last 15 years walling her inside of.

We'll be a perfect family.
When you walk away is when we really play...

Please don't let them look through the curtains.

No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.




I did not remember I was capable of feeling for her again.

I am. I escaped 20 years ago, the first one to run away, the first one to save myself. But 20 years is only time, not a wall, and what's percolating feels an ocean rising against the turrets. More will come as I figure out more of what I am feeling.

I do know one thing, though. I want him dead. She chose her path long ago and he has done everything to ensure she stays on that path.

If I knew a blood-ritual for murder, my stepfather would be dead by morning.

This entry was originally posted at http://quirkytizzy.dreamwidth.org/1079614.html
It's a thing, no matter how long it is ago, when there's pain, it still aches after decades. It doesn't let go...
...What matrixmann said, with an embellishment: "...if you can't get closure first."

Problem is, closure requires the principals to take responsibility for what they did, within a timeframe when the effort will still count for something.

So for you, probably things don't change much, with the added sting of the knowledge that in one respect, they never really will.

On the other hand, the day will come, soon I guess, when you no longer suffer any impulse at all to give a first thought - much less a second - to that woman's opinion. So there's that.

Edited at 2017-05-17 07:32 pm (UTC)