• I was too young to understand anything that was said, I couldn't process the insults and the threats and the comparisons and criticisms. I was too young to comprehend the gravity of my comments and how my opinion was effecting people. I thought no one was listening to me anyway. I thought they new it was a joke. I was sorry, so sorry. It was painful for me to sit and be chastised and rejected. It felt like I was defenseless to their attacks. And so I hid in my corner like a good little girl, keeping all of my pain to myself. Keeping all of my thoughts to myself. And now that I'm older and I look back, and I don't feel sorry anymore.