the name of the game is play killy kill over and over until you stop feeling like your head is going to explode. it's like she reached out and strangled me, i could smell her expensive perfume. my cat smelled the box and ran away. she wants it how it was. when we were there and easily accessible for talks about how one should not not dress like such a kid now that one was married and graduated from college, how one was rather strange for having so many collections and liking movies where things don't work out in the end. how one should show off one's figure and use one's feminine charms to get your husband to buy you things. how one should have dinner waiting and a clean house (she actually ran her fingers down the end table and checked before) how one should eat up her commands with a tight smile, how one should never disagree or be unhappy, how one should basically be dead inside.

the package had two small presents for me inside. the secret message is "since you chose to move away and not follow my rules, since you are not here for my perfect xmas picture postcard, this is what you get."

i don't even want to open them.