I played the game with you and we played it well. The game of denial as to what was really happening. I lived the lie with you. Every couple fights and argues I rationalized. I played the game of the perfect family to all who passed by to see all the while underneath there was something darker and sinister occurring. They were more than simple little fights. Words became poisonous weapons that were intended to strike and hurt. We did not speak to each other lovingly but we were mean, nasty, and raw. Soon words became actions that told me our story would end in tragedy. They say that injury must be visible to call what we were abusive. That is not true. The scars that were created by mere words were more profound than the ones that marked my body that one fateful day. I played the game well with you that when the rules were misplaced and the pieces of the board were scattered everyone wondered what happened to our seemingly perfect family. I played the game so well that I was done playing and refused to play with anyone else for a long time. I no longer play games that create the illusion of what should be my life. I have since created a different game entirely named truth with a new board and different rules; I no longer will be sacrificed as a pawn to create someone's illusion. I have grown tired of worrying what my life appears like from the surface I live it honestly and completely with respect for all. I created a new world filled with real adults who have no time or inclinations towards playing childish games.