Trust is something that love brings. But then it seems like it’s all gone.
I don’t know what to do about it. Walk over hot coals. Drink blood. Jump from a cliff.
No. Those things are not what he wants.
He wants me to not be me. To sit on the bed and watch football. To only play Warhawk. To watch Castle. To BEG to watch Castle.
Other than that, be perfect in every way, sweep and scrub and cook, and laundry.
Fix the mower, mow the weeds. Weed the rose garden. Edge the driveway. Fix the fence.
Quit liking spiders and cats. Quit liking horror movies and rock music. Quit liking gaming devices and computers.
Quit having ideas about what to do and not do. Quit being you Maisy. Just stop already.
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