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No matter how big or small the issue, my father had to go after me verbally. He couldn’t ever just leave me alone. He was always on me. Sunday dinners were the worst. My sister, Dawn, later told me that she feared them, dreaded them, for she knew that whatever I said about anything, my dad would challenge me, and not in a productive way to encourage critical thinking, but in a way that belittled me, that tried to tear me down, that was designed to make me feel inferior to him. “You’re nothing. You’re not as smart as you think you are. Oh, come on, that’s stupid, you’re stupid. You’re a loser. What, you think you’re better than me? You think you deserve more than I have? You’ll never make it! You’ll never succeed! You’re nothing!”

My sister would cry. My brother would be thankful it wasn’t him.

It hurt. It hurt so much, until eventually it didn’t anymore. And then it became a game with me to provoke him, to get him whipped up into a frenzy, for me to sit there and be belittled. I just didn’t care anymore. And my inner voice would kick in: