Should I Please Her Or Myself

Should I please her or me? Should I try to outguess her wishes and maybe miss the mark? If I called, would she be honest anyway? She never was. Would she tell me what she thinks I want her to say? Probably... Spring break is right around the corner. I could go visit and sleep on their couch, pushing her old dog off. My flatulence filling their living room in the morning, Embarrassing her prissiness, amusing the dog, maybe. Or I could stay here, write my poetry, paint my pictures, Relax, and not visit at all. She left me, remember? I have been apologizing for her misbehaviors since I was eight. What do I know of her anyway? My teachers despised her. They kept prodding me, wanting more details. I was the only kindergartener they knew whose mother had run off With her minister, a man of God. Oh, please! I will stay here and paint. Saving myself. She does not care anyway.