You say you love us. And you say you love her. But all that seems to go out the window when one of us has a bad day. Because the only person that is allowed to have a bad day is you.
You say we don't respect you. But how can we respect you when you don't even treat our mom with respect? The respect she deserves. Because she's been through Hell and back. She's fallen over, and got back up. She's been pushed down and got back up. She's been told she isn't loved anymore by the person who was supposed to love her forever. And even then, she still somehow finds the strength to climb back up again. How? I don't know.
And then there's you. Shoving her over and shouting out daggers. And she gets back up. Over. And over. And over again. And somehow you still think that these empty apologies can fix it all. But apologies are supposed to mean change. A true change. Not this bullshit act that you put on. An act that you write and execute so precisely. But I'm tired of this never ending one act play that seems to go on forever.
Your empty promises always flow like music to the ears.
But actions have always spoken louder than words.
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