Liliana

And, yeah, so I had that going on.

And it was just difficult because I had no privacy.

I couldn't even...

you know like i said my journals i couldn't i couldn't write it and all this time i was still writing in a journal because i had feelings i need to get them out so i would still write in my journal but but obviously there were things that i knew i couldn't put in there because they would read it and my parents would literally read it and write notes and leave them in my journal like it's this isn't a message board this isn't this is my journal and you guys are being this is your life yeah but

They would sit there and read me writing about how unhappy I was, how much I wanted to die, and just whatever.

And they would be like, I can't believe you hate us so much, and whatever.

It's like...

Oh, my gosh.

Like, I truly just felt I had no wiggle room.

I was suffocating all the time is what I felt like.

And for some reason, he started treating me like I was his wife.

I don't know.

Like, my siblings noticed it, too.

Like, to this day, we'll talk about it, and they'll be like, do you remember when he was treating you like his wife?

I'm like, how could I forget, bro?

Because...

It went from treating me like I'm a stupid child and into he's treating me like I'm a grown woman, like I'm his wife all of a sudden.

He wants, he's pulling me into his chair.

Like I remember there was a time he, I walked past him because if I wanted to get to the rest of the house from my bedroom, I always had to walk past him and vice versa.

I could never move through the house without getting past him first.