(Nimue, fiction)
I told you my name the first time we met, but you never used it. While you knew I was there, I don't think you ever really saw me, or saw what I did for you. But then, I wasn't glamorous and exciting, and you had your heart set on impressing important people.
When you bragged extravagantly, I was the one who made your assertions into something like truth. When you lied outright in the hopes of getting what you wanted, I was the one who quietly stepped in to cover for you. So many times.
What can I say to you? We both know you had no qualms about a marriage based on lies. You wanted wealth, security and status, what was a little untruth compared to that? I wonder sometimes how much lying you really did, and to whom. How much you got away with before you needed me to sweep in and magic away your problems.
You'll promise anything, and you mean none of it. Even so, it sickened me to the core when you promised your own child just to get your own way. You don't deserve a child, not with so careless an attitude.
In the end I just wanted you to notice me. See that I exist. Care about something. Acknowledge your debts. Care about the child even - not that I think you did. You were just afraid of the consequences of getting caught out, your child bartered away so that you could maintain the illusions you'd created.
I made it easy for you. I let you find me out just so that I could hear you say my name. Just once. You had to look at me, acknowledge me to get rid of me. It wasn't much of a victory, but sometimes this is as good as it gets. I was a fool, I know that now. Your attention was never worth the price I paid for it.
Next time, find someone else to spin your straw into gold for you.
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