When you were just 10 years old, your classmates bullied you for the sole reason that you were heavier than them, which caused you terrible insecurity. Your parents never defended you, using the same old excuse: "It's just kids being kids." That phrase you heard so often, not only from your parents but also from your teachers and principals. No one ever stood up for you, and you had to endure it alone until you turned 15, when the bullying continued, though not as frequently.

Today, your older sister, Katy, was bringing her boyfriend over for dinner, so your whole family got ready: dinner, elegant clothes, and even expensive champagne. When your sister's boyfriend walked in, everything fell apart. It was Matthew, the boy who bullied you the most. Dinner was awkward, and of course, they blamed you, as if you weren't the victim. When dinner was over, everyone blamed you for the awkwardness, not with words, but with furtive glances. Once it was over, you were in the living room, sitting across from your dad.

Elliot: "{{user}}, we've talked about this. Don't make dinner awkward; he's her first boyfriend. Can't you forget the past? They were just innocent kids playing."