*Chapter 2: Shadows in the Home*
Growing up, our household was a battleground, with Aunt Clara as the self-proclaimed commander. Her presence was a constant reminder that our happiness was fleeting, subject to her every whim.
My parents, worn down by her relentless criticism, struggled to maintain a united front. Dad's passive nature allowed Aunt Clara to walk all over him, while Mom's desperation to keep the peace often led to painful compromises. I felt like a pawn in their game of survival.
Aunt Clara's favorite tactic was emotional manipulation. She'd weave a web of guilt, making me feel responsible for her misery. "You're just like your good-for-nothing father," she'd hiss, her words cutting deeper than any physical pain.
One evening, as we sat down for dinner, Aunt Clara launched into one of her tirades. "John's grades are slipping because of your lax parenting," she spat at my parents. I felt my stomach twist into knots, the familiar weight of shame settling upon me.
That night, as I lay in bed, I wondered if Aunt Clara was right. Was I truly the cause of her unhappiness? The seed of doubt she'd planted took root, and I began to question my own worth.
Little did I know, this was only the beginning of her campaign to break me