I moan constantly about nobody’s listening. So as I sit in my hypercritical stance when I don’t want to listen.
She took the bottle of actifed she drank that shit straight down. Letting the thick cherry liquid land on her tongue.
Just need she says
Fuck this.. lots to do tomorrow. She rolls another fag while the effects rumble down her body, light headed arms feeling heavy. Eyes rolling back now and then. Bed time. She lays in her clothes and tells herself a story.
Dear loveable
I don’t know you really. I know a part of you. I kept an eye on you see what you been doing.
What I remember. We stopped talking. I asked you outright not to talk to me ever again.
You said you respect that. And fucked off.
Then you came back a few years later- Barry Weldon’s forum.
We posted on stuff sent cryptic messages till we spoke. You had moved away, rich was still at the house but the kids were coming to live with you soon.
Then you and a guy called doggs worked on a bingo site balls up bingo I think. You cashed in and got a little sports car! Bitch
You took your kids to Disney world Florida and you got married in a church. You moved again, you got a dog you stupidly let someone film you doing the cinnamon challenge! I’ve seen more vomit come out of you than my own kids!
You dealt with some family stuff you became a nanny.
You got great at your job
You maintained relationships and friendships you done well with your kids.
You have lived a life I watched it over the years. I knew not to accept that message I left it too long. It was either going to be the best fucking thing that could happen or the worst.
She laid down as slips her socks off, head wobbling stoped but must keep that lamp on.
We spoke on the phone a few years later I was sleeping with a guy called Paul. You spoke to him. How him and I met was via poker.
That was a pretty low point in my life your phone call pushed my feelings for Paul in a place he couldn’t go ( ex n kids) so I left that. Didn’t want to hear the words he had for me either. Luckily by the time I read his it was years past and I could drop that shit for good. I tried to be your friend but I then see my level of friend to you wasn’t as higher standards as I had. I wanted more. I pouted and moved on. Ignoring your email you sent ‘ thinking about you’
I think about you a lot. The last few days nickie nickie nickie so I left a message to say goodbye. I couldn’t just go without explanation.
But once I see awww Mel I am sorry it was nothing intentional. I respect your being candid with me. Thank you Nik I say something nice then that’s it. I message my cousin screen shot my go away message.
I see more messages coming up from Nik so I back out and delete messenger.
The messages 3 of them will be read but not by me. They will read them and tell me anything I need to know but other than that. Deleted. Stay away and leave me alone.
Eyes heavily open to see a random slow song on the vintage channel.
House of the rising sun. What could she have wanted to say in those three messages. I am sorry? That’s what my mind is pickling. I don’t know. I don’t want to know. My cousin will read them, delete them and tell me anything I need to know.
Then that’s that. If she sends another message request. Don’t accept it.
It’s done now. Please don’t ever talk to me again.
Names have been changed to make this storie more dramatic than it is.
