Why did you call me a sissy when I cried?
Why was I forced to go to church, when you knew at 11 that I didn't believe that way?
Why are you still so adamant that you were always right?
Why is my divorce mostly my fault because I was the one that filed?
Why do I feel like nothing I say truly matters, ever?
Why don't you educate yourselves about my illness instead of just saying "I know what that is" in your authoritative tone?
Why do you believe that I can just snap out of it?
Why did you think my hospitalizations meant I would come home completely better? You sure as hell didn't from yours.
Why am I expected to care for you when you have exercised such little care for my feelings?