Brenda is at her worst when I am around. If I’m not home and Ben walks into the room she’s in, there’s a 30 percent chance she’ll want to kill him. When I’m home, it’s a 98 percent chance. If I’m not home and someone walks into my apartment (whether Brenda knows this person or not) she is calm. If I’m home, Brenda acts as if that person is the most threatening being in the world and acts as if she wants to kill them.
I feel like Brenda has found all she thinks she needs in her two people: Me and Belisa. It’s not a comforting feeling, because it’s not just that Brenda’s fearful and unhappy with others, she’s downright dangerous. I feel like I’m tethered to this dog.
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