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We recently spoke. Not with our voices, but with letters on a screen.
It had been a good couple of months since you have spoken to me. You wished me a happy birthday, and our conversation died shortly after that.
This time you contacted me, you mentioned that it was your own birthday. I was reminded that I never knew your birthday until that moment.
I've known you for years. We shared our most personal thoughts and feelings with each other, and I never knew your birthday.
Then you apologized for disappointing me. You feel bad for not being able to live near me. But how would you feel if I told you that I wasn't disappointed? Would you be sad? Would you feel betrayed?
It's hard to feel disappointment when you have been told bad news for years. Everything you tried, it never worked. You struggle to get bad on your feet and get what you need to succeed.
I figured that out a while ago. The idea of you moving here slowly left my mind. I could no longer imagine it working out for you.
I quickly discovered that I was okay with that. I even felt a little better about it not working. My life would change so much if you did it. I wouldn't have to wait a year just to see you for not even two days.
I decided that kind of a change was not what I wanted. I preferred speaking to you on the phone occasionally. I liked checking in sometimes to talk about my favorite book.
I would also like to know why you don't contact me as often anymore. Why do I have to reach out? Why do you only reach out every couple of months?
You can't be that busy. I shouldn't have to reach out to you. That should be your responsibility. So why is it that when I chose to let you do the contacting, you never did? I don't think I mind it, but I don't know why you won't contact me first.
These feelings I have influence how I think of you. Now, when I finally get a text from you, I can't help but feel resentful. You want to be my mother, but you haven't been one to me. At the most, you're my friend.
We can be friends. We can be related by blood. But you aren't my mother. You haven't done what my stepmother has done for me.
Despite what I have said about you, I do care for you. And I still love you. I just don't love you the way I used to.
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