I miss it being just the two of us. I miss not being the mom of a woman older than us. I miss not feeling like I can’t talk in my own house because she’ll eavesdrop on conversations not about her, mishear them, and go on paranoid rants to our friends saying we’re talking about her behind her back. I miss being able to get up from my computer briefly without locking it without fear of her scrolling through my messages while I’m out of the room. I miss being able to go places without worrying about being a taxi service and free food source for someone who barely acknowledges us except to complain about situations she put herself in. I’m just so f****** tired.
