the daughter
12/01/2013 “I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me” I wish I drank too much, acceptable and legal. They should legalize meth, we'd all be highly functioning in society. JoBeth drank everyday; at lunch, it was wine, dinner, it was beer and late evenings she hit the bottle, hard liquor. A 'phase', my parents would say. My dad drinks, Jill drinks, a follower of JoBeth. My mom didn't drink often. Rarely, really. I didn't like to drink. Mother like daughter. I shutter when you speak to me. I tell you everything you want to hear. The lies seamlessly role off my tongue, what if I told you what I really felt? The things that consume my daily thoughts, the angry words, fade and tears stream from my blue eyes. I can't ever make you happy or proud. Boundaries? I don't know how...It is easier to describe to you the serenity of my life, as you'd want it; Bible studies, church, boys and working out. I want to speak my mind and tell you all of the things...