She couldn't keep the act up for more than three weeks. It's kind of funny. I had to assume it was an act, because people so rarely change, but I wanted her to be different so very badly. Not for me, you understand, but for him, and for that little girl.
Now we're right back at square one; playing email games, her not returning phone calls and blowing off arranged visits. Making petty jabs and even more transparent excuses. Trying to change everyone's life at a whim, because it's how she feels that day. Unfortunately, there is only one life she manages to shake regularly, and that's her daughter's. And I can only assume she's just too fucking blind to see it, or too weak to change it.
change my life
