I asked for some simple comfort. You jumped to conclusions, pointing at why I needed comfort, blaming me.
I cried. You called me a pity-seeker and recoiled in disgust.
I tried to hide. You dragged me by the arm in front of everyone.
They repeated what you said blindly. I choked on the pressure.
You were ashamed of me. I tried to hide and shush and cover.
I talked. You said you were tired.
I insisted. You said you were tired.
I walked away. You said you loved me.
You gave me orders. I felt abused and manipulated, abandoned and sick, indoctrinated and violated.
