I’d cry, “I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time. Just love me.” She did this thing where she’d just ignore me; she’d give attention and love to the cat instead. She’d baby talk to the cat as if having a private conversation and pretend I wasn’t sitting right there, like I didn’t exist—I was invisible and nonexistent to her. If she did acknowledge me, she’d snarl at me and turn back to kissing the cat. That was the worst.
