I have to visit my parents for Christmas. I say "I have to" because I don't want to.
I'm already tired of listening to my mum talking all the time. I need peace, calm, serenity.
So why do I go? For my brother. For the part inside of me that knows that my parents love me despite how they act sometimes. But is that love to want to control your children and believe only in your point of view?
For what reason do I still want to be "the good girl"? I know they did the best they could with what they had. I really try to see their best part. Sometimes it works. I forget, I forgive.
Let's pretend I'm in a movie or a silly sitcom. Let's see the all fucking thing from the outside and see what happens.
Who knows? Perhaps the magic of Christmas will work?