Keeping things to myself was one thing I learned from them because a lot of times when I chose to open up or when I chose to tell my truth, my side of the story always end up pointless. In the end, they'll be convinced that I am wrong, I am the one who was lying, and I'm the one who needs to adjust. Sympathy was never there, to begin with. For years I wondered if it was pure manipulation or prejudice.
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