The lies. I want to remember the lies. The deceit. The manipulative stories of innocence then the calculated plans of deceit. I want to remember the abuse. The cruel punishment to dole out to me because you can't stand yourself. The blame too. Write that on my tombstone. "It was all her fault. She ruined it." I want to remember how you're always right and have nothing to apologize for. Ever. Saints like you don't cross one's path very often. I suppose I should count my blessings. Bow and say a prayer.