I’m really fucking done with my stepdad’s abusive, tone policing bullfuckingshit. I do not want to be here anymore. I shouldn’t have to deal with him asking me if I’m okay and when I tell him I’m in a bad mood he says “well can it”. I shouldn’t have to deal with him telling me he’s “over” my depression and that I should “just stop”. I shouldn’t have to deal with him telling me that he, a cis straight white male, has it harder than me–a queer woman of color–because of “reverse racism”.

I’m sick of having to pretend he didn’t threaten to break my arm. And pretend that he didn’t push my mother down a flight of stairs and wrestle her into the street to scream “WHORE” in her face while she cried. I’m sick of pretending he’s not an abusive fuck who manipulated his way back into this household after being sent away by police by threatening to kill himself. I’m done. And most of all, I’m down with my mother defending him.