Mother clearly knows my boundaries but she crosses it intentionally each time.
She manipulates in a way to make it look extremely convincing.
But she is just doing it for a reaction.
She doesn’t really care much about me, neither does father.
If they did, they wouldn’t have done whatever they did and treated me the way they did my entire life.
It’s like there is a dead body in my house and we have covered it with a blanket and we are just pretending that it is not present and acting normal each day.
Pretending it doesn’t stink even if the smell has engulfed the house.
No matter how much I try to love them. The dead body is still present in the house.
rachana rajan <3 