Why didn't you tell me the truth?

I thought we were close. I shared my life with you. Suddenly you were gone and disappeared. Leaving me alone in our room surrounded by all of your things. Refusing to talk as we did before. Yes, I get home can be hard. I would've moved you if you'd asked.
You are so naive and could've been a statistic, kidnapped, or raped.
Moving halfway across the country with no job and only a online male friend is pretty stupid. Even if you stole him from one of your friends.

You told me how you felt sometimes, but would never share or stand up for yourself with dad. You'd get mom to do it for you or would never tell anyone.

Now you won't talk to me unless I message you or you've broken both of your parents hearts again. It's so shallow and empty your words.
You've burned so many bridges with your own family (and ruined relationships with friends) . Dad is overbearing sometimes but you claim you get panic attacks from talking to any of us.

I don't believe it. You never had them before.

Don't you want to be yourself with out anyone else for a couple years at least? Marriage at a young age means you really don't know your self yet as you are still defining your self. Why on earth would you want to be a dependent woman as well? I'd understand if you'd just be living together, but this ring thing is way too soon.

You've missed out on celebrating my life events with me. Some pretty big ones too, which now I will not be telling you... EVER. I thought we would move through them together. How wrong was I!

You broke my heart. I am upset, angry, and love you all at the same time. We are forever changed.

Sometimes I hope Karma catches with you...then you can feel the pain.