He demanded perfection from me.
And I could never give that to him.
All my life I thought I was failing.
I thought I wasn’t good enough.
I didn’t understand I was only failing at living up to his expectations.
It didn’t matter if I won.
There was always something wrong.
It didn’t matter if I destroyed the entire playing field.
There was always something I had done wrong.
So I never thought I was doing well.
I always thought I was never good enough.
All because he demanded perfection.
And I could never give him that.
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Categories: flash fiction