Thursday, August 25, 2011
There have been times when I doubted your love for me. You being possessive with me, not allowing me to go out with my friends, made me think you didn't trust me enough to be on my own. It made me think, you didn't want me to be happy. I wanted to run out of your claws, get rid of your monarchy. I almost figured you as a Hitler of my life. I am sorry. There have been times when I thought you loved her more than me. When I thought I was an adopted child. I am sorry. You used to shout at me for not doing house work, beat me up for misbehaving or breaking up some vase or a toy. I hated you. I am sorry.