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: “He didn’t do anything to you. But if he did, it’s not his fault. He was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Why didn’t you stop him? And 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.