I don’t know what is most disturbing about you. That you still visit after being asked repeatedly not to? You have always been like that, making decisions unilaterally having decided what will work for both of us. Or that you ever visited at all? Or that you don’t say anything anymore? You’ll just stand over me there watching. Judging maybe. Or when you walk around my bedroom inspecting things? What’s this? Where did you get it? Who gave it to you? This isn’t you. Don’t they know that? They don’t know you like I know you. You know that, don’t you? Get rid of it! I gave this one to you. Why isn’t it dusted?

Inspecting.

Judging! Judging! Judging!

Damning.

Nosing about more. Poking at things that are clearly not your business. That have nothing at all to do with you, unless that’s the point of you visiting at all!

That could be what disturbs me most though, that the guilt trips and manipulation still work. I should have never invited you in that first time.

You shouldn’t be here.