Everyone liked you — You went along with everything. You minimized. Oh, they didn’t mean it…
Whose feelings are these? Whose unprocessed pain is this? Is this what I would say and think, or is this what…
Sometimes, after they’ve had a few drinks, they start talking about how Mom never said sorry.
No, you weren’t a_____ or r____. You can’t even say the words. They are like a black hole.