The Bits In-between

The Bits In-between

Running away from my problems was something I vowed I would never do, until now. I mean, if your boy-husband betrayed your brother and friend, then tried to plead innocence to you would you forgive him? I haven't, someone can be that heartless. So I took my two year-old daughter and ran. Well, I didn't run, because that would have been annoyingly un-comfortable. Running to America with a two year-old daughter. I've always wanted to go to America, even by my stranded it sounded great. And it was, the people were nice, and didn't ask too many questions. On the exterior, I was a happy, single Mum, who liked to have a good time, but still looked after her daughter. On the interior, I was sad, depressed even. But I didn't want that to get to Rosa, though. I hate having a daughter. Well, I don't hate it, but she reminds me of him so much. Same hair, same eyes same attitude. Same obstinacy, Rosa never let anything go. Every bloody day she asked where Daddy was. I couldn't say, he killed your uncle James, well he didn't himself but he was a part of it. A big part of it.

I always thought about him, everyday. I hate him, but I'll always love him. They're completely opposite. But someone once said, the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference. Is that really true? I mean, if it is indifference, what am I supposed to like, mass-murders? I hate him. I hate him. I love him.

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