Saturday, August 24, 2013

Which Reminds Me

I often get the message about how I am not "dear" to them. To them I am just a deer in the headlights. It amuses them to see the startled look on my face whenever they launch into some bizarrely disjointed commentary or accuse me of something that someone else did, expecting me to take the fall for Cindy, as if wicked Cindy were worth anything to me. I am not able to save Cindy from the consequences of her bad behavior so I am tired of hearing about that. I wash my hands of Cindy. I cannot help her now.