Spaaaaaaaaaace
October 28, 2007 by Anna Aniston
After a long chat / phone argument about why I am a bad cat mother, I needed space.
Space. I don’t wanna keep feeling like I owe you, Kate. I don’t wanna keep feeling like I am making it up to you, like I am forever running behind, and like I am a charity case that needs your ministry. Because you do collect needy girls. I may be a needy girl, but I’m too proud to be fussed over.
Space space space.
this is what’s come of that lovely long post you said you were writing about me? so it really was because i mentioned your cat. if you don’t want to be fussed over then why is it such a production when i ask you to take responsibility on something so it doesn’t fall to me, when it’s your business anyway? why am i not allowed to be upset lest a crisis happens, with unstated but retrospectively verifyable causality? you wanted me to jump through another hoop to be able to spend time with you, then you withdrew the very hoop. you have all the space you could ever want, but what is to happen next time we meet? i’m done telling you you’re not a charity case.