I’ve always been the quiet, obedient daughter. The one who did everything my parents asked, who apologized even when I didn’t need to, and who bent over backward to make sure everyone was happy. But every person has a limit, and I’ve reached mine. I’m pretty sure nothing I do will be good enough for my family, so why even try? I might as well tell them the truth about how I feel. I should’ve done it a long time ago.
