What do you do when the person you love tells you they can’t stand the sight of you anymore?
What do you do when they respond to you with screaming rage and foul language? When they order you to make their dinner, to wash their clothes, and to cater to their every need?
What do you do when they tell you you’re useless, you’re fat, and you’re ugly?
What do you do when they engage in risky behaviour, prefer their friends’ company, and tell you to mind your own business when you ask where they are going?
What do you do when they tell you they’re sick of you, that they don’t want to live in the same house as you anymore, and they want to move out?
What do you do when they prevent you from sleeping, demand that you get out of bed, and order you to go sleep in the living room because they own the beds and the house?
What do you do when they physically prevent you from leaving, dare you to put your hands on them, and mock you when you break down into tears?
What do you do when this continues day after day after day, until the very thought of going home and being in their company fills you with dread and sadness?
What do you do when the person you love is your twelve-year-old son?
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