I don’t know how or why I let myself sit there. I didn’t want to play that game, and I didn’t have to. But it was your switch for the day. I sat there listening to the sound of your voice. I can’t remember what you said anymore. I just told myself you didn’t mean it. That you loved me. I pretended I didn’t feel the burning on my cheeks. Everyone waiting for you to stop or apologize. I was sure you weren’t going to. I wondered why nobody helped me, but just as I didn’t know how to help myself I came to believe they didn’t know either. I spent the rest of the time feeling guilty. I had ruined the day for everyone. It was awkward. I am always taken back to that moment. My eyes couldn’t meet yours. My stomach churning.

I should’ve just said yes. I should’ve just played along. I told myself this over and over. I always covered for you because I understood you so well. And anyways how could I be mad the bathroom flooded if I always left the faucet on?