Crashed today
I talked to my mother on the phone this evening. After about 15 minutes of idle chit-chat, I was saying goodbye when she said "Are you mad at us about something?" I froze for a moment, but was able to lie well enough I guess. She asked if I was depressed. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I was now in therapy dealing with my father beating the shit out of me as a child, and my brother f***ing me as a kid as well. She also said my brother tried calling me several times yesterday but that I'd never returned his calls (true). Not in the mood to talk to him.
Hung up and felt like a chicken-s**t.
Hung up and felt like a chicken-s**t.