Her Name Was Tragedy
Let me tell you something about people like me.
People like me feel lost and little and ugly.. and dispensable.
People like me have husbands..screwing someone else far more perfect than me.
People like me have sons who hate them.
And I've screamed horrible things to him..a seven-year-old, because he doesn't want..to get in the car at the end of the day.
And then he looks at me with such anger..and i hate him then.
I know I'm failing you. I know I'm disappointing you. I know you deserver better, but get in the ******* car!
Every morning, I wake up and i fail.