I’d ask how you are but I don’t know who you are anymore

What do you do? Who do you like? How do you feel? No idea.

So I just have memories—of your boredom and frustration with me. Of your anger when challenged or when attention was paid to someone else. Of your constant hustle and bustle to do stuff.

Frankly you seemed really disappointed nearly all the time. Covetous and jealous?

I don't know. Was that you? I spent my entire life with you for a very long time but you were so often simply not available.

Maybe you've learned how to stay the course a bit now?

Conjecture. I'm sure you'll fill me in when you get a chance. Not holding my breath after decades of secrecy and willful non-sharing. Prime trait of narcissists obviously.

Wait. I'm violent and angry and not worthy of your time of day! I forgot that for a short second!

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