Said my sister Mary to be last night. "I beg your pardon!?" I said, so she said it again. I got up from the table and left the room, but not before I heard her say "touchy" and "temper tantrum."
We had all been at Dad's to visit Ramona. It was very disheartening to see her walk in, as I'm sure she's already spent plenty of alone time with Mona. I get none. I bet they've even been to A La Carte, which I had hoped would be Mona's and my special restaurant.
There, I'm done with the Boyd Family. I bought Dad's bullshit for so many years. I believed him when he said family was important. What a load of crock.
I've spent my whole life wishing I could be special to somebody in my family, but I'm not. Not to Mom, not to Dad. I am gonna accept that and move on with my life. It's beautiful outside right now. I don't have family but I do have many other sources of pleasure.
