Always a pleasure to wake up to a reminder that you’re not welcome/wanted in the house…
Every day I don’t know who or what I’m waking up to. If I had been awful, had done or said something to her I’d understand then. But she said goodnight with a smile last night, so I have no idea why she would do it. And she seems to notice everything, so it’s not like she’s clueless. I have No recourse or way to figure out how to prevent this from happening. This is crazy making and literally like living with my father again.
Little Orange Dahlia Days 
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