A dream is a whish that comes true.
It felt really great telling you how I felt in my dream. No, not telling, screaming it at you. Its something I'll never be able to do. I know I'm just too nice to make you feel as bad as you should. You've ruined the simple life we were leading before by simply not considering your approach and, in turn, have turned it into the monster it is now. I felt so powerful just ignoring you completely when you said, "hi" to me yesterday but I know that doesn't accomplish anything but looking like a bitch. It’s pretty obvious to me that I'm the victim in this situation. That sounds like a cop out to claim the role of victim but I've looked at it from different angles, different events, and gotten many different points of view (objectively telling the story) and I still come back to being the abused, not the abuser. Everyone is silencing me for fear that we’ll never be friends again and that we will create a big divide in the family but all I can see now is how hard I tried to avoid being wretched and just kept my mouth shut and did what I was told but was still treated like a tenant in “your” home. One day I think you'll apologize. I hope so, for your sake. It will take you a long, long, time to see but you will come around and understand that what you've done in the past three months is purely spiteful, masochistic along with sadistic, and verging on unstable. Until then, I'll just dream about yelling at you and post on my livejournal about how hurt I am.