why haven’t I called them out? Because my parents are the hand I was dealt, the hand I’m stuck with. I wish I could say something. For Q’s sake and mine. Mom-n-Dad will never really see the actual me if I keep my thoughts hidden away like this. But I’m scared to call them out, if I’m being totally honest. Because a child has to belong somewhere. What if you call out your parents, and all they do is slam a door in your face in response?
