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You're scaring me.
No matter what I say or do here lately you yell at me.
You told me before you wished my brother and sister were like me. Quiet, polite, helpful. You called me the perfect daughter.
Yet, here lately it's like you want nothing to do with me. Everytime I try and speak to you, you snap at me. Have I done something to make you mad?
Not even an hour ago, we were playing Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. I saw you were playing Manhunt, so I thought I'd suprise you by jumping into the same lobby as you.
I came in by the second round, my team on defense. Your team won, but you still came in and snapped at me. Said I was glitched and you couldn't kill me. Making excuses and claiming your game is glitched. Like it's my fault. I wasn't glithed. But, that's not the point. I apologised for being glitched. You ignored me and left. But, you came back and demanded to know why I was being sorry. I was at a loss for words and you snapped at me again. You left the room while I was in the middle of trying to explain myself, just ignoring me. I don't know how to respond to you. Without making you more angry.
And yesterday morning. I said hello to you twice, and you blew me off like I wasn't there. I hugged you and you didn't hug back.
What did I do?
You asked me to wake you up at noon, and I said yes I will. But, then you yelled at me and told me to forget it. What was I suppose to say? How did you want me to respond? I said yes!
It's like we all have to walk on egg shells around you here lately.
Mom too. You're upsetting her as well. Constantly yelling at her for being sick. She can't help it if she has pre-cancer cells and had to get them removed. She can't help it that the treatments make her sick. You yelling at her, and stressing her out is not going to make her feel any better. You're probably just making it worse.
You also get mad when we tell you we need to go grocery shopping. You claim there is food in the house. But, there isn't. There's enough for one person. There is four living here. You can't just buy a bag of fries and call that dinner for the week. And god forbid we ask for real food when you're looking to buy a $13,000 car instead of feeding your family.
But, if any of us talk about getting a job to help bring in money, you shout at us and say we have enough money and that you don't want any of us working. But, I hear you make comments about how you're going to get a second job to make us feel guilty.
I really don't know what to do anymore.
You really worry me. We love you, and you're hurting us. To the point where we get excited when you go to work. So that we can breathe without you yelling at us. I'm afraid to even move when you're in the room. That's how bad it's getting... Because I really don't know if you'll hit me or not...
I'm not sure if this counts as a little secret. But, it really felt good getting this out. Considering if we say anything to him... well. Yelling.
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