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I don't get it. Why is it that my feelings are put down to uplift the feelings of someone else? Why is it that when he treats me like a slave day and night he is entitled to it? Just because my name isn't Cinderella and I'm not scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush doesn't mean our situation is different. Why are you the spokesperson for him? The words that he is too proud to say, are the words you say while you put yourself down and overlook the hurt in my eyes. It's not how you should behave or how your parenting styles should be.
Sometimes, I lie awake at night, wondering how you can justify this imbalance, how you can stand there and watch while he continues to break me down. I wonder if you truly see me, if you hear the silent cries for help, or if you choose to ignore them because facing the truth would be too painful. You may care but not now. This is the kind of behavior that allows him to continue slamming me across the room, to hurt me, to belittle me but you don't see that. You just see me as a way to get your wants, to get your needs fulfilled and when it happens again, you may feel sad but not for long.
Because then you'll start all over again pushing and pushing me to the ledge. Making me choose between falling over the threat of disappointing family or embracing you and staying trapped in that room where the consequences of a person are never acknowledged but ignored. I feel like a puppet, strings pulled tight, forced into a dance that never ends, with no one to hear my voice. I really don't get it. Why am I so insignificant to you?
-Tim