Brushed aside

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

Tonight, Mikey and I were brushed aside.

At about 9pm, John Vance showed up to get us.  He had arranged a visit with us that didn’t relate to the ER.  Well, we sure didn’t stay long!

About an hour and fifteen minutes into the visit, he tells us that his partner, Phil, is sick or something, so we have to leave.

Ok.

Well, it so happens that we saw Phil, and he was just fine a few minutes before that.  I’m not an idiot.  I know that Phil instructed John to get rid of us.  And John did.

No more Vance for us.  I will refuse any possible future invitations.  It’s bad enough I have to duck behind my step-father’s back to see my own mother.  I REFUSE to sneak around, as if I’m having an affair with John.  I’m not, and I won’t pretend I am.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes, and I fucking hate the goodbyes part.

Back me into a corner….see what you get.

Frowns, because I don’t want to fucking cry again,

Betty Louise