She's been a bit more active lately.
Maybe she sees my invisible bonds are ripping apart a little more each day. As much as she hates me and wants me gone, there's a part of her that knows everything would collapse if I wasn't here to hold it all
(more) together.
I'm the glue that keeps her broken family together.
I don't want to be glue.
In my opinion, although my opinion means pretty much nothing in her house,she shouldn't be sitting in the china cabinet.
My own Mother would come back and kill me herself if I ever put her on display in a china cabinet.
And I know this because she said and I quote,"Don't you even *think* of putting me on display when I'm gone or I'll come back and kill you myself!"
To which I always reply,"Gone? Where you going, to visit Aunt Judy in Pittsburgh?"
Yeah I know, not funny.
It's the little things that keep happening more and more that convince me.
I've gotten good at dodging the falling brooms and such, but we're getting to the broken dishware part of her performance lately.
It always seems to be something I own that somehow slips off the edge of the counter and explodes into billions of teeny pieces.
Mine is the foot that ends up with microscopic glass shards embedded in them.
Things belonging to me go missing for days at a time only to turn up exactly where I previously left them.
Little things.
Little things add up.
She isn't happy that I sit in 'her' chair at the kitchen table.
She isn't happy that I live in 'her' house period.
She wants me gone.
She always did and always will.
She always gets her way in the end.
She can be the glue.(less)
