I
desire to bite hard on your nipples while reading you passages from the Bible
you did not know existed.
It
will be like the first time my mom took me to Safety Town and I wouldn’t let go
of her hand because I knew there was a good chance she wouldn’t come back to get
me.
Don’t
buy their BS that to get along you mustn’t ever speak your mind.
I’m
no one’s therapist, savior or stop gap measure so how is it I could have
manipulated you into doing anything against your will when I was as see-through
as a Koi pond at twilight.
Let’s
stop cutting the crusts off our gluten free bread and remember how good you
felt when you finally stood up to Marilyn or told Janice you needed to take
some time for yourself.
You
hold the levers to your own victory or defeat depending on how much pressure
you apply, when the blinders you’ve been wearing for far too long finally give
up their ghost and you’re left with a social life of skeletal remains and
requiems of snore and burp.
How
will you ever fully blossom if you keep cowering to your father and how was I a
bad influence when all the decisions you made were your own?
Will
you ever accept responsibility for the strong, beautiful human you are or will
you continue to take the easy way out, allowing everyone around you to do your heavy
lifting while you stand back and pretend you’re a victim.
Charles Cicirella
3/29/2020 
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