“I don’t treat you like everyone else.” She knows more about me than my own brothers. For her to discount that…it raises my blood pressure. “You’re right.” The tense breath I was holding releases from my lungs. She finally gets it. She continues, “There are moments you treat me great. I’d be stupid to deny that. But there are plenty of times when I feel like I don’t matter. That my needs are merely collateral damage in your pursuit of whatever you think will make you happy.”