They tell me that I can be an agonizingly cold person, but all I've ever really been is honest. It's not my fault, but I've learned that sometimes the truth can be much more painful than even the most vicious lie. And sometimes it's better to just keep your mouth shut.
This morning I went to the café where Signe works to have breakfast. I like it there, it's small and inviting enough so you can feel relaxed and get away from the city noise for a while. Of course, mother, being the drama queen that she is, thought I wanted to get away from her. Normally I don't let it get to me, but this time my subconsciousness was too fast. Standing in the doorway as I got back she asked why do you hate me? and I said I blame you for my father.
Those words have been on my mind for so long, but I never thought they would actually slip off my tongue. The following few seconds of silence felt like years of psychological terror. Mother just stood there trembling, silent tears running down from behind her Givenchy sunglasses.