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He Humiliated Me in Front of Everyone — So I Finally Fought Back | Reddit Story
Jul 30, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories He Humiliated Me in Front of Everyone — So I Finally Fought Back | Reddit Story For years, I lived under the emotional shadow of a father who used "jokes" to tear me down and crush my self-worth. From public humiliation to private torment, my weight and body were constant targets for his cruelty — even though he himself battled his own issues. The worst part? No one took it seriously, not even those who were supposed to protect me. This is the story of how I broke my silence. Of how I reclaimed my voice. Of how I took a stand — not just for me, but for every person who has ever been mocked, gaslit, or dismissed by the ones meant to love them most. 🎂 This all came to a head around my 21st birthday... and what followed changed everything. 👉 If you've ever felt silenced, unseen, or belittled, this video is for you. You are not alone. Please like, share, and comment if this resonates with you. Let’s create a space where we can talk openly, heal together, and support one another.
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My father has always been a man who
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believes his words are infallible, his
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humor a gift. For years, those words,
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those jokes have been a weapon aimed
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squarely at me. I weigh 110 lb at 5'3, a
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healthy, even slender frame. He, on the
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other hand, stands 5'5 and tips the
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scales at 240 lb. Yet, he finds it
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endlessly amusing to mock my body, to
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cut me down with cruel remarks about my
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weight. The first time I introduced him
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to my boyfriend, his opening gambit was
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a loud, incredulous declaration. He
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surprised anyone would even date me. The
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worst part, he knows. He knows the deep
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festering wound his words have carved
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into my self-esteem.
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In high school, desperate for help, I
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confided in my school counselor. Her
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response, a dismissive laugh. You're
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delusional, she'd scoffed, suggesting
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that my self-image issues warranted a
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stay in a ward.
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That moment, that betrayal by someone
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who was supposed to help, cemented my
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silence. I learned to internalize the
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pain, to pretend his words didn't sting,
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until yesterday.
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It was an extended family gathering at
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my parents house, a supposed celebration
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that quickly devolved into my personal
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hell. The moment I walked in, my
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father's verbal assault began. "Look at
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how her thighs jiggle," he boomed, his
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voice carrying across the room, drawing
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unwanted attention. "Look at her stomach
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folds when she's sitting. I felt the
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familiar heat rise in my cheeks, the
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prickle of tears behind my eyes."
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I was on the verge of breaking, my
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carefully constructed, emotional walls
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crumbling.
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But he wasn't done. He delivered the
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final devastating blow. A remark so
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vile, so utterly dehumanizing that it
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shattered whatever composure I had left.
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"How do you even have a boyfriend?" he
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sneered, a cruel smirk twisting his
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lips. "Is he into whales or something? I
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mean, can he even find the hole at
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that?" At that moment, something inside
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me snapped. The years of silent
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suffering, the internalized shame, the
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counselor's dismissive laughter, it all
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coalesed into a furious, unstoppable
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roar. I stood up, tears streaming down
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my face, my voice raw with pain and
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rage.
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You, I screamed, pointing a trembling
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finger at him. You weigh more than twice
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what I do. Your gut rests on your
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thighs, and you're insulting me. What
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kind of a dad are you? I hate you. He
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looked around, stunned. his mouth a
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gape. The room fell silent, the laughter
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and chatter replaced by an uncomfortable
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hush. Finally, he found his voice laced
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with indignant authority.
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Excuse me, I am your father. You will
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respect me. If not for me, you wouldn't
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be alive right now. I was sobbing openly
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now, the words tumbling out, desperate
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for an answer. What do you get out of
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humiliating your own daughter in front
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of people?
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Instead of accountability, instead of a
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shred of remorse, he merely brushed me
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off. "I was only joking," he scoffed,
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waving a dismissive hand. "You need to
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stop being so serious. You can't help
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your body turned out the way it did."
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He then, with infuriating condescension,
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told me to stop being dramatic and
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accept that it's a joke. I didn't stay
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to argue. I fled the house, the shame
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and anger burning a hole in my chest. I
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drove home. tears blurring the road, the
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echoes of his words ringing in my ears.
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By the time I reached my apartment, my
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boyfriend, bless his perceptive heart,
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knew something was terribly wrong. He
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asked what happened and I just broke
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down. The damn finally bursting. I told
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him everything, the public humiliation,
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the relentless mockery, that disgusting
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whale comment.
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As I spoke, his face turned a dangerous
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shade of red. His fists clenched, his
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jaw tightened. I had never seen him so
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furious. He pulled me into a tight hug,
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whispering over and over that I didn't
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deserve any of it, that my dad was
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completely out of line, that I was
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perfect just the way I was. It felt good
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to be held, but the sting of the
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betrayal remained. He pulled back, his
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eyes blazing with a protective fury. I
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can't believe he'd say that to you. How
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could he be so cruel? You're beautiful
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and you deserve so much better than
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this.
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I could tell he was barely keeping his
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composure.
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I want to talk to him. He can't keep
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treating you like this. I shook my head,
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wiping away fresh tears. No, please
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don't. It'll only make things worse. He
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won't listen to you, and I don't want to
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create more drama. I just I just want to
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forget about it for a while, please. He
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sighed, the anger slowly deflating,
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replaced by a deep concern.
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All right, if that's what you want, but
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promise me, if he ever says anything
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like that again, you'll tell me right
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away. I can't stand the thought of him
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hurting you like this." I nodded,
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hugging him again, feeling utterly lost.
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As per my boyfriend's request, I tried
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again. I sat my father down, attempted
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to speak to him to make him understand
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the depth of his cruelty. It was
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predictably the same as always. He
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dismissed my feelings, doubled down on
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his jokes, and refused to take any
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accountability.
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Then came yesterday.
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My parents came over for a visit,
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unaware that my boyfriend's parents, my
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future in-laws, were also there to
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discuss my 21st birthday plans.
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My dad, seemingly oblivious to the new
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audience, launched into his usual
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routine. I was wearing leggings, I
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rarely wear tight clothes, as they only
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fuel his insults, and was making coffee.
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"Why are your thighs jiggling like
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that?" he shouted, his voice booming.
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"Do you actually train?" "My mother, to
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my horror, laughed, a loud, cackling
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laugh as if it were the funniest thing
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she'd ever heard. Then a sharp smack,
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and my dad yelped." This was common
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between them, a bizarre public display
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of their dysfunctional dynamic. My
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future in-laws, however, remained
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silent, their expressions a mixture of
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confusion and growing annoyance.
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After a few more pinches and comments,
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my boyfriend's dad, a man of quiet
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dignity, finally snapped. He erupted,
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berating my father, calling him a
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pathetic excuse for a father. He told
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him that for years he'd had to ensure I
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was okay because my own father had no
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clue how to raise a child. He called him
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sick for treating his daughter that way
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for damaging me mentally to the point of
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just accepting it. He spoke of the
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countless nights his son had held me as
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I cried myself to sleep over one of my
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father's jokes.
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The tirade seemed to go on forever. My
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boyfriend soon joining in. His own anger
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finally unleashed. The focus then
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shifted to my mother, who predictably
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tried to switch sides, attempting to
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defend her husband.
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My boyfriend's mother, a good woman with
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a formidable temper, stepped in. "You
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don't want to upset her," my boyfriend
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had warned me once. She wasn't afraid to
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show that nasty side now. She laid down
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the law. Either they apologized and got
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the funer out, or they no longer had a
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daughter. They apologized.
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My dad, however, still couldn't grasp
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why his jokes were so wrong. "It's what
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fathers do, apparently," he muttered. "I
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cried through the entire ordeal, not
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from the fight itself, but from the
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crushing realization of its futility. I
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was right. It was pointless. He proved
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it today." He came back, a smug smirk on
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his face, and handed me a bag, a bin bag
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with holes cut into it. I got your
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birthday outfit, he announced, his eyes
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glinting with malice.
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You won't actually fit into a dress, so
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I got this bin bag for you. I even made
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the holes bigger for your arms and
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thighs, too. Make sure to wear a belt. I
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froze, the plastic rustling in my hand,
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his smirk burned into my vision. I stood
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there, bag in hand, as he drove away.
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Later today, a message from him. He'd
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found my writing and art. He started
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mocking that, too. He commented on how I
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wish I could be as perfect as the
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characters I come up with. He's right. I
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use writing and drawing as a way to
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cope. I do wish I could be that perfect,
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that confident, normal. But I'm not. I'm
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a screw-up. He made sure to let me know.
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You will never be as good. You don't
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have the gene that's been passed down
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through generations.
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Update two. The reality check and the
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severed ties. I made my dad a gift
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basket with a note. Since he loves to
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read what I write so much and won't
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bother listening in person, this is what
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I wrote to him. Dear Dad, since you like
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my writing so much, I decided to take
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the time and spell this out for you.
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This basket contains many options to
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help you. I've noticed your body has
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lost its good shape and is honestly just
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not pleasing to look at. So, I have
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included many workout pamphlets and
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personal trainer contacts to help you
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with that. One in particular will surely
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help you with that stomach of yours. I
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can only imagine your frustration having
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a daughter that is fitter than her
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father.
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Since you clearly love taking your
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frustrations out on me, I highly
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recommend reading through the therapist
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contacts I have included in this basket.
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I will advise you to let mom seek out
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these therapists, too, as her backbone
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is non-existent and she lets awful men
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walk all over her. Fun fact, 110 lbs for
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a woman that is 5'3 is healthy, if not
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bordering on being underweight. However,
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240 lbs for a man in his 50s and is just
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scraping 5 and 5 is concerningly
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overweight. I would suggest taking care
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of that. I would hate for someone to
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start mocking you about it. It is very
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unpleasant.
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Now, all pleasantries aside, this will
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be the last time you hear from me. This
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will be the last time I call you mom and
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dad. Since I have all of my documents, I
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no longer need to converse with you.
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Your names have been taken off the guest
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list for my 21st that you so graciously
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refuse to help pay for. If you do show
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up, I will have police escort you off
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the premises.
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If you show up at my new house or merely
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follow me to the store, it will result
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in the police being called. If you
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continue this behavior, I will file a
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restraining order against both of you.
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If you would like a reason for this, you
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will have to find it yourself.
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It is quite obvious, but since you are
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so focused on damaging me into
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submission, I fear you will never
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understand. That is not my problem.
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Yes, you did bring me into this world,
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but you are not my parents. I have a
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family and you will never be a part of
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it. Please do take my advice and seek
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help. This is not a joke, Dad. Yours
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truly. The note was rushed, short, but
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it was all I was capable of writing. My
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aunt's phone has been blowing up, but
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she has ignored and blocked their
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numbers. She has even made sure to let
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the rest of our family know what has
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happened and why. As far as I know, they
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have been getting bered and disowned.
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I can't help but feel a little bit of
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pride. After sending the letter, I felt
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a strange mix of relief and anxiety.
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A part of me swelled with pride for
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finally standing up to them, but another
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part was terrified of their retaliation.
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A few days passed in silence, and I
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dared to hope they had finally gotten
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the message. Then came my 21st birthday
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party. I was determined to have a good
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time surrounded by my friends, my
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boyfriend, and his family, who had been
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nothing short of incredibly supportive.
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We'd rented a small hall, and the air
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buzzed with laughter, music, and the
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clinking of glasses. I was starting to
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believe I could actually enjoy myself
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without interruption. But just as we
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were about to cut the cake, I noticed my
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boyfriend's mom whispering something to
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him, nodding subtly towards the
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entrance. My stomach dropped. There they
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were, my parents, standing at the
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doorway as if they had every right to be
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there. My dad wore a forced calm, a fake
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friendliness that I saw right through.
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My mom clung to his arm, looking nervous
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and unsure. My hands began to shake. I
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quickly looked away, praying they
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wouldn't come in and ruin everything.
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Before I could react, my boyfriend, his
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expression stern, walked over to them. I
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couldn't hear his words, but he was
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shaking his head, gesturing towards the
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exit. My dad started to argue, his voice
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rising. A few of my friends exchanged
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worried glances.
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My aunt, seeing the brewing storm, got
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up and made her way over. The next few
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moments blurred into a chaotic
13:26
nightmare.
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My dad started yelling, asserting his
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right as my parent to be there. My
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boyfriend's dad quickly stepped in,
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trying to diffuse the situation. But my
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dad only grew louder, insisting they had
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come to apologize that I was being
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ungrateful.
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By this point, everyone at the party was
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watching, and I felt a wave of nausea. I
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saw my boyfriend's mom pull out her
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phone. Within minutes, two security
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guards appeared, seemingly out of
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nowhere. One approached my dad, calmly,
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explaining he was causing a disturbance
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and needed to leave. My dad, of course,
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refused, ranting about his rights. The
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security remained calm, repeating their
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warning, "Leave voluntarily or be
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escorted out." My mom, who had been
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silent until then, suddenly burst into
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tears, begging them to let them stay,
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claiming they just wanted to talk, to
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make things right. But it was too late.
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The damage was done. The security guards
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gave one last warning.
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When my dad still refused, they took him
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by the arm and led him out of the hall.
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I could feel everyone's eyes on me, the
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pity in some of their faces making the
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humiliation even worse.
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My boyfriend came back, wrapping his
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arms around me, whispering that it would
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be okay, that I didn't have to worry
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about them anymore.
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But the night was already ruined. I
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tried to smile to enjoy the rest of the
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party, but the embarrassment and anger
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were a bitter taste in my mouth.
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The next day, alone at home, I heard a
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knock. Through the peepphole, I saw
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them. My parents. I didn't want to deal
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with them, but I knew they wouldn't
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leave. I opened the door just a crack.
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"What do you want?" I asked, my voice
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flat. "We just want to talk," my dad
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said. "We're sorry," my mom added,
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looking at the ground. "We didn't mean
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to cause a scene. We just wanted to
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apologize and see you." I shook my head.
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It's too late for that. You can't just
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show up whenever you want and expect
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everything to be okay. Please, honey, my
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dad said, his tone, the familiar,
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scolding parent. We're your family. You
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can't just shut us out like this. A
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surge of anger rose. I can and I will.
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You made your choices and now you have
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to live with the consequences. I'm done
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letting you hurt me. My boyfriend, who
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must have heard the commotion, came out
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and stood beside me. She's told you to
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leave. You need to go now. My dad looked
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like he was about to argue, but my mom
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tugged on his arm, pleading with her
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eyes. They turned and walked away. My
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dad muttering something under his
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breath. As soon as the door closed, I
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burst into tears.
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My boyfriend pulled me into a tight hug,
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whispering that I had done the right
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thing, that I was strong for standing up
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for myself.
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And even though it hurt, I knew he was
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right. I was done letting them control
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my life.
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