Birthday

Today is my sister's birthday, but instead of her usual big bash, she’s keeping it low-key with burgers at a restaurant and an ice cream cake that my mom made at her house. Yesterday, my mom casually mentioned that my dad was going to dinner and just assumed I wouldn’t want to go—duh—but said I could come for cake. Then my sister told me that Mom had told her I didn’t want to go to dinner because I couldn’t eat anyway, so there was no need to juggle anything with my dad, meaning I wouldn’t be part of the celebration. It’s okay, though; my headache and the pain from my teeth were so intense that I slept most of the day. My therapist says that saying I don’t care might be true, but it doesn’t mean I’m not hurt. Thank God for therapy and the few hours I work at the theater—otherwise, I’d have no social life at all. Still, being isolated again because of that nasty person—my dad—makes me sick. I know there’s nothing I can do or say that will make them realize how horrible this all is, even though they know he’s a douche. No one will ever speak out, as I realized after saying just a little bad about my family on Facebook the other day. Maybe I’ll be the villain they want, and even though I know it won’t work in my favor, I hope people can see the truth, whether they believe it or not.

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