It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that everyone was forsaking me and going away from me.
I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.
I'm the middle child.
It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.
You can pretend everything's fine, but if there's an unhappiness or you're not having sex or you're not communicating or you're made to feel third best in the house and you don't address it and you just try to put on a nice face and a smile, that kind of aggression and anger is going to come out in some sinister way.
To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings.
Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.
Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.
