good enough

She screams at me through the doorframe

“You’ll never be good enough!”

I keep walking.

I take the clothes on my back, the shoes on my feet

One hundred and eighty dollars to my name –

And go.

She tries, years later to ‘reconcile’

By repeating screaming phrases,

hanging up,

then calling to scream all over again.

I finally had enough of it.

The last words I spoke to her

And I quote

“Go to the adult toy store, buy a dildo, and go fuck yourself.”

That was twelve years ago.

We haven’t spoken since.

It’s been great actually.

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