I haven't decided which cuts deeper, her silence or passive aggression. When she does this, I am no longer an adult but a scared child wishing it would stop. She knows what it does to me, and at times, I think she enjoys it. I shouldn't let her get to me, but it's not that easy. She's supposed to be my comfort, teacher, and caregiver. It's confusing because I know she loves me. The moments she shows me her love is real. Those moments she punishes me are real too, and it feels like she wants me to suffer just like her. 

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