The rain outside, the repeating little sounds of pitter-patters against the window pane and the roof felt musically sound in our ears. The bedroom was dark, still and welcoming us home again, as we just laid in bed, listening to this peace. I knew your eyes were elsewhere, though they would flicker back to mine when I would make a little sound of protest as your fingers stopped petting my hair. My arm was draped over your waist. I remember how small your waist was.
I never stopped staring back at you, though you didn't seem to notice this?
"Elska," your quiet voice spoke up, your little sound of my name stroked against my cheek.
I smiled at you. You alwa
I'm sorry. I know I'm not what you asked for. You wanted perfection, you wanted a mini-you. Well I'm definitely not that. I'm myself. But that's not good enough for you. It's not enough that I try my best or am talented. It's not enough if I pass my classes, I need to exceed that, and I need to do all the work around the house. You insult me, and expect me to take it. If I don't I'm a bitch, or a cunt whichever you feel like saying.
As I recall these statements:
Stop drawing, it'll get you no where in life.
You want to be a photographer; well I hope you have the talent
My daughter isn't a lying bitch, so can you give my back my daughter, and go back to where you're from
I'm you're boss, so you will listen to me until you die.
You wonder why people don't like you; you're fat and need to lose a couple pounds
Stop crying, you know I'm joking.
Do you remember when I came home that night? I was feeling really happy, and you saw me in a dress that went down to my knees, a