I remember

I remember....
Looking into the window of The Slaughtered Lamb and seeing her face.
Laying in bed late one night, with her and the cat, and thinking...this is my family...
How hurt I was that she couldn't even get me a birthday card.....
8.5 years
A Long Time.

I love her, but I can't go on like this, knowing that she doesn't respect me.

God it hurts.

...I'll live though.

What choice do I have?