My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

tomorrow? Trevor’s mom is coming,” with no please, no thank you. The way my father would watch it happen and say nothing.

I wrote in my journal that night, “Abuse doesn’t always look dramatic. Sometimes it’s just being made small over and over until you forget you were ever meant to take up space.”

Dr. Moss told me I needed to start setting boundaries.continue reading …