You make believe that nothing is wrong until you're crying.

I wish he didn't make things so difficult. I wish he didn't make things so miserable when he doesn't get his way. I wish he would quit calling me names. Well actually the name calling I'm used to. . . and it really doesn't bother me -- much. But the constant threats have got to stop. They've got to stop. I'm not the horrible person I'm being made out to be, and I'm definitely not going to be held a prisoner in my own life.