You say that you love me. That you’re proud of me.

And yet…

He’s a bad influence.

You can say what you want about me when I’m not around. It’s your right. You have your own opinions.

But to say such things about me. To express such concerns without letting me know.

Why?

I think he might be autistic.

If it’s a problem, then tell me. If something’s bothering you, let me know. I’m willing to hear what you have to say, to try and work things out if I need to.

Don’t be like him, okay?

Why tell Chris these things? Why talk about me this way when he’s the only one around? When he’s the only one who can hear you?

What are you trying to accomplish?

I don’t want another A—— in the house.

Mom… what do you really think of me?