My mother when I was 12; with her tears and expectations and confusion about why I couldn’t be a normal child: “You’re such a drama queen.”
My grandfather when I was 12; with his groping hands, whiskey breath and hellish intentions: “Calm down, I’m not hurting you.”
My uncle when I was 12; with his disbelief about what his father did to me: “No one’s going to want you if you keep acting like this.”
My father when I was 12: silence. oh yeah, he didn’t say anything because he wasn’t there.
Yes, I’m emotional. And all of you played a big role in the reason why I am. So fucking deal with it.
There. I feel better.