It’s weird to think that one day, Dalton and I will more than likely go our own separate ways.
I don’t plan on staying home forever and taking care of Hailey with him.
If that’s a burden he wants to continue to take on, then he’ll have to carry it on his own shoulders.
I scratch the side of my face irritably.
I’m not entirely sure when I began to think of leaving Dalton and Hailey, or when I assumed that being able to go out into the world alone would be possible, but it bothers me to know he’ll never leave her.
He loves her so goddamn much, and I don’t understand why.
It’s not like she does anything for him.
Hell, she likes to pretend he doesn’t even exist anymore—no matter how hard he fucking tries to get her to see him.
And this is who we got stuck with.
A bitch who ignores us, who never knew how to be a mother, and forced us to fend for ourselves so she could live in her fucked up fantasy land.
I'm beginning to think I would prefer to be with Luke.
He can’t be any worse than she is.