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Natalie was very good at forgetting things she didn’t want to remember. She’d spent fifteen years honing this skill. She was a master at it.
Complex, spaghetti-like feelings overwhelmed her, and she didn’t know what to feel first. Sadness? Regret? Indifference? What was the right thing to feel when your mother had stopped speaking to you years ago?
There is no right way to feel, just feel
“He wants to give you space, but can you at least call him?”
That defeats the purpose of the space
“Of course. I do understand. Although I do think you want to be careful about protecting your emotions if your brother and sister are still angry. I’m still concerned that this trip could backfire. If at any time you feel like you need to get out of there, call me. I’ll fly you back.”
Ew not him trying to make it about him and act like they’re a married couple and exert control over her after she specifically said they needed boundaries
don’t mean to push you or sound controlling.”
But you are, my guy. Cool it
She wished she had that kind of inner strength.
Little does she know that she has always had that inner strength
“You know what,” she hissed, “you can take my expected departure date and shove it up your ass.”
Go offffffffffffffffff sisssss
