this morning #1592.
this morning, since i’d decided that i wasn’t yet set on putting the pain of my dad’s desertion behind me, i turned my attention to the events that’d led to me literally burying the last trace of that fateful summer with our cousins. based on how we’d always interacted with them, we should’ve seen it coming. they’re rednecks stuck in their pathetic lives. jealous of us. though mom’s on her own, she’s always had a solid job. we always had money. always had what we wanted. our cousins never had that. they’re twisted. missing a few screws. i should’ve told someone what they did to us in the moment. i didn’t though & too much time’s passed. bringing it up would be weird. i fear i’ll just have to forget. i’ll just have to let shit rest.