“Yeah well, the monsters aren’t staying in the closet anymore.” I confess miserably.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cora inquires. I shake my head no, and I catch a note of exasperation in her voice. “You don’t always have to be such a martyr, Ella. Suffering in silence doesn’t help anyone, least of all yourself.”
My muscles stiffen. “Is that what you think? That I enjoy playing the martyr? Sacrificing myself to fulfill some self-righteous hero complex?”
“No, I know that’s not the reason.” She answers apologetically, “but whatever your motives, you do have a habit of hogging all the worst things in life for yourself. You always have.”
There’s an ironic note in her voice which tells me that she doesn’t resent me for it, at least, not the way she had the last time we talked about this.
