And as my boyfriend's illness disappears with the wind, it flies back around to stab others in the back.
Let me explain.
His grandmother is now sick. A fever. More, I do not know. Details? I probably won't ever know more.
Let me explain.
His grandmother HATES me. Not hates. HATES. She only speaks Russian, so communication between us involves her disapproving looks. I am a Russian Jew. So is my boyfriend. But, I am not Russian. I am American. His family is Russian. She thinks no one is good enough for her grandson, even though she's yelled at him to change. Yelling. I go around different sides of the house to avoid her. For myself. For my boyfriend's request.
And how do I feel when I find out she's sick?
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