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Last night at Thanksgiving dinner, Mom praised my sister's homemade pie while ignoring the three dishes I'd spent hours preparing. As everyone fawned over her cooking, I sat there, my blood boiling. Ten years of culinary school, and I'm still invisible. Not anymore.

Look, I already said I'm sorry, but you're still not listening to my side. I don't even know why I'm defending myself anymore when you just keep blaming me for everything. Can we just stop this? It’s honestly so exhausting and unfair, please just let it go.

Yesterday was my art show, the biggest one of my life. Mom came, beaming with pride, taking photos of every piece. But Dad? He said he was "too busy" with Mason's soccer practice. Some things never change, I guess.

Like, I'm trying so hard to explain myself here, and it's just getting worse, you know? Every time I try to fix things, it's like people just don't get what I'm saying, and oh my God, it's so frustrating because I'm being totally honest.

I took the report to the police. I showed the detective the part about the head injury. I asked how a drowning boy gets hit that hard. He said sometimes kids collide in the water. I asked why no one saw it. He said he would call me back.

I'm sorry about today's performance, mom. I know I could have done better. I was too nervous and kept second-guessing myself. Maybe if I had practiced more... I just want to make you proud. I'll do better next time, I promise.

Fucking hell, why won't you text me back? I'm sitting here alone again, drinking this stupid wine. Look at me, just look at me for once. I know you're reading these messages. God, your profile picture is still us together. Can't take this shit anymore.

I don't understand why we're still talking about this. Vata is clearly the one causing all the trouble, and I'm just caught in the middle. If you actually value our trust, you'll stop listening to his stories and look at the facts for once.