This is the eighth installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.

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She saw no irony asking me to change but wanting me to accept her for who she is. She’d accuse me of trying to control her while telling me what to wear and how to speak. She’d lament my temper while ignoring the hole she punched into the wall.

I tried to point out her hypocrisy. Once. I won’t again.

It wasn’t always fire and thin ice; I remember the times Before.

I wish I could’ve prevented all this. I wish I had a remedy—but spackle will have to be enough.

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I haven’t been sleeping well, so getting out of bed and trying to put any words on the page was really tough—but that’s the whole point of a challenge, right? I’ll try again tomorrow!

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