You say I’ve changed, but you beat me down until the only option was to change, to adapt to the pain you subliminally afflict, and never admit to, never apologize for, you never meant for it to happen. Silently avoiding the guilt I could only assume you felt, once the realization of my change hit you. Hiding in the corners of my bedroom, praying you wouldn’t make me pretend I forgave you, make me pretend I care about you the same ways in which I care about her.