my sister was annoying me so i started asking her what r u doing incessantly to annoy her n cuase i wanted 2 know n my mom reacted immediately v angry so i kept doing it v passive aggressive but i thought well i thought a lot i thought that about all the ways you could say what r u doing like if u were in a bank robbery n ur partner decided 2 shot the cashier/manager/anybody or if someone u didnt know so well suddenly approached u in a menacing way or just if u were a child trying to get a parents attention n then just wat am i doing n y did it take me so long to realize what r u doing applies rlly well 2m rn i thought that was funny n i also thought like this is kinda masochistic i need to know how far she will go n i wanted to confirm that i am not safe here n i wanted her to be ashamed of her self n i thought if she gets violent with me maybe she will feel guilty enough to pay for my therapy n i rlly wanted my sister 2 answer me n this is so stupid but my mom did threaten me with violence n press a pillow against my face n applied too much pressure as if she wanted to suffocate me she also said she wanted me to live in a hesed house n b sexually molested i think i will have 2 pay for my own therapy
“Why do you keep bringing us back here?” he’d shouted. “Do you want to remind me that I can’t walk out on that beach with you anymore, is that it!?!?”
Tears started streaming down my face, “No! I just…I wanted to remind you of how happy we’d been here,” I shouted back at him. “I just want you to remember how we met and how much we loved it each other, but you’re so wrapped up in feeling sorry for yourself. You’re so selfish Mitch!!” I’d started sobbing loudly, holding my stomach with one hand and the other on my chest to ease the tightness.
“I feel like I lost you when you lost the use of your legs.”
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