Wooden puppet
I hate them for what they did to you, cried Jim’s first wife with tears in her eyes as he packed up and left. I’m sorry for you but I can’t take it anymore. I need to be loved.
I hate what they did to you, screams Jim’s second wife years later.
I don’t know what they did to me, says Jim woodenly. I don’t know how to feel about it. It wasn’t that bad.
You never show affection unless you want s*x, you don’t hug me, you get angry when I cry. You leave when I need you most. And worst of all…you hate yourself. And I hate me for hating you too. It’s not your fault.
Jim stares back with no expression. He can’t see her anymore. She’s not real. This is not real. The world is just an illusion and he is the wooden Pinocchio puppet he gave to his mother years ago. She p
