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the shower stream hits my skin, I fall apart.
It isn’t just my mother and the pain she continues to cause. It’s everything else too. Why is it that
no matter what I do, I’m never good enough?
My soft sobs are drowned out by the shower’s sound, and I lean against the wall as I allow myself
to feel every bit of agony that I try to keep hidden.
Normally, the one thing I’ve got going for me is my work, but not today. I had to redo my shots
over and over again because I couldn’t get my expression just right, and then there are the issues I’m
running into with sourcing materials for my next designs. My day had been awful before my mother
called, but she undoubtedly made it worse. Am I really asking for too much when I wish that my
mother would console me on a bad day instead of asking me to lend my sister a shoulder?
Why can’t I ever be anyone’s priority? What makes me so undeserving of that? Why can I never
measure up against Hannah in my parents’ eyes? In Ares’s eyes? What is it that she’s got and I’ll never
have? Why is my best never enough?
A crushing sense of defeat weighs me down as I struggle to breathe through my sobs, choking back
my tears. I may have married Ares, but he can barely stand to be around me. I’m his wife now, but the
price of that title was our friendship… and I’m pretty sure it’s going to cost me a whole lot more than
that in the long run. It’ll cost me my precarious relationship with Hannah and my parents too.