Mother's Day

I was lying to you.

I'm sorry.  I lie to everyone when I have to.  I have to a lot.  It takes too much explaining.

Have you heard of Munchhausen syndrome by proxy?

Our mother kept us sick.  She hurt and poisoned us.  She convinced us we were ill just so she could get the pity and attention.  When she tried it on our baby sister she died.

But that didn't stop her.  Because all the pity and love she got from that was so much more than she could get by just keeping us ill.

It was us or her.  We could tell because we saw the wheels turning.  We saw them turning and we didn't want to be next.  We didn't want to be the spare kid that she could ruin just for a little attention.

So we killed her.

We didn't have a choice.  She would have killed one of us so we had to get her first.

We didn't have a choice.  We poisoned her before she poisoned us.

This isn't news or anything.  The cops know all about it.  We both spent some time in the asylum,  but they decided I was well enough to leave.  It was justifiable homicide, and we weren't even sixteen then.

I'm saying this because I think this is what this is all about.

I think this is about us killing our mother.

Something happened.  Something happened and I don't know what it means.

I don't know what anything means anymore.