Penguin's Drama - Part 2
After she admitted that she'd essentially put herself in the hospital, I didn't respond. My phone exploded with more texts:
"Probably won't be able to go back to work. I won't be able to drive."
"I've had like 30+ seizures now. I broke my brain."
"I'm being discharged now. I'm taking the week off, then my parents are going to drive me to work every day."
She called last night. I didn't answer. Another text this morning:
"I'm still having seizures. I'm doubtful I'll ever go back to work. Anytime I think of something remotely stressful, I have one or two or FIVE."
At first I thought I was being heartless, but then I remembered what I know about her. She's always faked illnesses or intentionally made herself sick. Her parents are millionaires. They'll probably buy her and her new son a house like they did for her sister with special needs and take care of her the rest of her life. Penguin wants pity and awe for being "so strong," and I refuse. I won't be her plaything for her own self-worth anymore. I won't tolerate beatdowns of "I'm not like you. I'm good at everything!" anymore. I don't need to suffer for her.