"we are going to talk after dinner, so dont leave the table"

This was said to me tonight right as I got home from a long ass day at work. Sick kids = crying unhappy kids.
Before I continue, let me just tell you I am the kind of person who cannt stand waiting to talk about something. If something is on my mind, I hate waiting. Because when I have to wait it sits and eats at me. Piece by hopeless piece. I'll carry on with the story now.
My mom said this to me, and my heart seriously just stopped. I wanted to puke. She KNOWS I hate waiting to talk about crap. And she only makes me wait when it's something bad.
I asked her who exactly would be talking, and she said you, Doug, and I.
Any talk with Doug is not a talk. It's always just what I am doing wrong. What I can do to be perfect. How big of a bitch I am for not taking my shoes up to my room, even though I just took them off my feet. How I am such a terrible kid because I didn't shut my light out when I went downstairs to the bathroom (for two mintues)
We don't ever have talks. It's always sit and scream at Kristen, see just how hard we can make her cry. Let's call her all the nastiest things and then be her best friend tomorrow morning, pull her strings to let them fray.
See just how close we can get to her face before she cracks. See how loud I can scream.
But you are an asshole. What you don't see are cuts. And scars.


You don't see me slowly dying.