why

we are not friends if you dont enjoy slurping up that muddy water w/ me and the boys

Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.

This is so important.

Abused kids speak a language you can’t learn

For me: it’s hard to feel safe, there’s always a constant feeling that you’ve done something wrong even when you haven’t, you cry when doors are slammed

Shoot, I jump when I hear dishes clattering around

Or driving to work and almost driving back home because you’re worried you forgot to clean a simple fork

Omfg