first; they will smile,be warm, sympathetic, on your side, letting you know that they will fight for you.  they will, lull you into a false sense of security. and then once your belly is exposed, they will gut you like everyone you know.  and they will be fucking swift about it.  and by the timeyou realise you should be fighting back, well, […]

be strong, they say.

god forbid;you let a woman like me help you out. no, you don’t want that.  because when we do, you resent us— for making you better, smarter, stronger;then drop us—so you can be with someone basic.someone without all that baggage that you left us with. but, we still try.  admirable or ridiculous? baby, you tell me.

traitor.

but i’d rather not do what you are doing;or be what or who you are. cleaning up those people’s messes. fixing up their lives. you think you are family;but you are nothing but the help. and you don’t even fucking know it.