You may think my family is perfect.. In every way.
"Oh my god your sisters are so cute! I want them!"
"Your family is just perfect. I want to be your brother/sister!"
Wrong.. Trust me my family is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Truly.
But one night, I find myself crying in my bed. Loudly, and freely.
You may think.. Aww her parents and sisters helps her feel better.
No. The person. Or should I say animal that comes into my room. Is my dog.
My dog, crawls up onto my bed and lays on my side, licking my hands, and nudging me slightly.
Not a human being, but an animal.
It scares me how my family that has known me for years now but just can't process emotions of others.
But a dog can?
A dog. That is about.. 8-9 years old, processes emotions better than a family of 3 kids and 2 adults?
Another night, I'm talking to my parents about going to a restaurant with my friend. Of course.. They say no. "We can't trust you Audrey," my family..says this weekly.
"Why did You open my door? I'm trying to sleep."
"Because Audrey. We can't trust you to have the door closed and sleep."
Again. But a dog, with a path of hitting, kicking and food loss, trusts me, to sit next to her.. Pet her
Feed her. Mostly everything!
But my parents can't trust me to sleep with my door closed?
My dog knows me more than anybody. She knows me.
She really does.
But of course.. Nobody can trust me.
Sure. It doesn't crush my heart when people say this.
I try. I really do. I clean, I cook, I give people happiness. But it pisses me off.. Because I know. I'll never experience that happiness. That they have.
NEVER.
Nobody.. Should ever.. Trust me again.