"This comic is about a family member. To protect their identity, I won't give names."
"I ask for discretion, but I remind you, that I have the right to tell this story how I have experienced it.
If people want me to speak warmly of them, they should behave better."
One day:
[Phone vibrates as a sign of text message]
[I scratch my head]
Message: "I am sorry I said what I said. Thinking of you and missing you. Message me at least if life is good."
Me thinking: "I don't know if I have the energy to keep on anger, but do I have the energy for..."
Tantrums?
Arguments?
Me: "STFU and listen!"
Panic attacks?
[I am hyperventilating]
Me: "I'd better write some confidants about this."
The evening of the same day:
[Phone vibrates as a sign of text message]
Message: "Well, at least I said sorry."
Me thinking: "You made this hard, then!"
