Every night I say,
If watching a movie,
Or TV which she does not get,
I say to ‘Celia ‘vittially in my head wait!’
This is time,
I don’t care she is sad!
I don’t feel like.
Having to virtually pat her upon the back,
Last night she interrupted a movie five times,
I had told her I’m going to finish eating,
Finish this movie then take a nap,
She kept asking did I sleep yet,
I said, she said she wasn’t going to call back until midnight,
That was thirty minutes ago,
Its only nine,
At fifty-three she’s like a small child,
I’m sorry she was raped repeatedly as a small child by her father the doctor,
I’m more mad at me,
Why do I answer?
She doesn’t value my time,
Criticizes my eating habits,
Cares nothing for my time of enjoyment or rest,
Beating me up,
I always answer in megatone,
Like my.voice has flat-lined,
Thats why I never take my phone when watching TV.
She hates that,
Doesn’t get why my little enjoyment is better without her,
Or that when I’m in a story as an empath I feel the writer,
I feel nothing if all I’m fir is to tell her ‘I’m proud of her for trying!’