Disappointment, I’m used to that
I don’t ask for much, but it seems like I ask for the world
A hot dinner eaten cold, sitting alone at a table because you no longer form part of this little unit anymore
They are making it blatantly obvious you aren’t wanted
Being consulted about nothing, only little shots here and there for an update, if I’m lucky
Conversation is too difficult for them, they don’t even try anymore
Yawn, looking forlorn, worn and tired of hearing you, even if you are friendly and chipper!
Good to know they find you so boring, good to know they are there to comfort you and it is good to know they aren’t spreading their toxicity to the child you share
Sarcasm comes easy these days
Teamwork is dead and gone
But I am told I am wrong, it’s not like that, I am just tired and I think I have a chill
But it’s been like that for weeks
Merry Christmas is just an ordinary day
Nothing changes, most things forgotten like candy canes, pigs in blankets, meat in the stuffing and old family rituals
Nobody cares anymore
Nothing is important
Everyone has given up
But I still try to keep things normal until I leave
But nobody else wants to
Yet I am not leaving because I want to, I am leaving because I am unwanted
Though he learned his mistake when my replacement turned out to be a fake
Hastiness is punishing him still
I have months of a life like this before I can go
Lots of the old shit I have to clean up before I can be free from this toxic environment
I can’t just up and leave, I have things to do first – pay the debts I suffered due to broken promises
Trying to keep this family together, warm, cool, clothed all on credit
I have to work on my health too, get myself fit for the only work I can do which will guarantee payment for me – trolley dolly; I am too deaf for telephone work now and too stupid for other things
This is why I am trying to let my creativity and daydreams pay my way through life soon
I never wanted to be alone
Never
But life is making me walk the lonely path
Doing everything alone
Like Rambo a lone soldier, battling the world against the odds and never getting love or comfort
That is too much to ask for it seems
Though don’t pity me, I suppose my lack of tolerance for the past is punishing me somehow
They were tests I failed and this is the booby prize for not living up to lower standards
I should have tolerated the abuse, at least I wouldn’t be alone
At least I could feign some kind of happy families now and again
Instead of living in a cesspit of toxicity and loneliness, with bitter people who don’t even try
Should have tolerated being their money pig and Tina the tea maker
Do this and that and cry yourself to sleep at night because you can’t get away and you can’t choose to be yourself, be an individual, that’s not allowed
But hey, go and cry with the people we let you talk to from time to time, they might cuddle you if you are lucky and they are sucker enough
Those times were better than now and it is a horrifying revelation
Things were fine before I got sick
I did it all
Living with an overprotective father figure who wouldn’t let me try and fight my ailments by allowing me to continue running the family
Go back to bed – slow down – go to sleep – just stop…
Stop…
So I stopped… for years I got worse
I tried every now and again to do things but it was always the same pattern
Slow down…. Go to bed… go to sleep… just stop…
Is there any wonder I wanted to stop completely?
I snuck exercises in when he wasn’t looking and was out of the house
Convinced I could turn things around and guess what?
I could
Just a little, but that little was a lot!
The resentment for my successes were in his eyes but not on his tongue
Feigning pride for me, but he looked hurt I was trying
Looked hurt that he might not be needed anymore
And in less than three months of my change, he was looking for someone new
But still he says… I don’t want to get rid of you
Ah but he did when he thought Emmie was real
That’s the deal
And it hurts still…
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