I hate that you tell me i’m “ruining dinner,” I speak my mind and try to tell you how I’m feeling and you shut me down. I get cornered and you tell me I have to respect you. I think to myself that you don’t deserve my respect for the way you treat me and make me feel. Every dinner ends with my crying in my room and you playing games and watching movies with my sisters, but I’m upstairs alone, upset, crying.















