Today, I awoke with a message on my phone that made me shiver, and burst into silent, hopeless tears. My dear sister, my one and only in the whole world, spoke of pain, and more of it and made me feel I have to be miserable so their suffering will be well-worth of the life I chose. She still thinks it was all about my longing for freedom. I didn't want to argue because she would never understand. She's furious, and too broken to hear what I had to say. So I have chosen silence again, while wishing and praying that someday they will realize that it wasn't about freedom. I left to forgive, to love and to start over, a family, of my own. It's just so unfortunate that they won't let me even prove that I can..