I have found my voice when it's safe. but when it matters, like standing up to my family when I don't feel comfortable with a situation. My parents totally forced me to see my brother since I have grown up. It is expected of me. I "love" him because that is what is expected of me. I absolutely hate him but I would have to explain why if I showed that emotion. So I play the happy family game.

Piglet, it took me time after time of writing down the memories I had and destroying the copy like hundreds of times before anyone could read it until I could write it down and share it. When I told people it was carefully edited and I knew the situation was safe from combustion.

Much thought and prayer to you.