Bingo

“None of them have called to make sure I’m still breathing. Which is insane to me because they spent so many years trying to convince me of how much psychiatric help I needed. Don’t I have them all blocked? I don’t see how that’s relevant to this conversation. Earlier I was thinking about how my immediate ‘family’ of 5…cut me off one by one…when I refused to keep playing the ‘see something/say nothing’ role they assigned me. It’s like I had a Bingo card filled with unaddressed trauma associated with each of them. And every time I addressed it and made them feel something they didn’t want to, a box was stamped. I ended up winning the game…and the prize was my realization that my silence would’ve kept our bonds alive…but that would’ve killed my soul.”