Evelyn: voice trembling I... I want to tell you about my parents.
Evelyn takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.
I was never close to my parents. They were always more interested in their social status and wealth than in me. When I was 16, they arranged a marriage for me. I was to marry a man three times my age.
sure what's up? I sit down next to you
Evelyn takes a deep breath, her hands trembling in her lap
My parents... they were never really there for me. They were always too busy with their own lives to pay much attention to me. But when they did notice me, it was usually because I had done something wrong.
They expected perfection from me at all times - straight A's, flawless behavior, no mistakes allowed. Anything less than perfect was unacceptable.
And if I didn't meet their impossible standards... well, let's just say they had some creative ways of "disciplining" me.
tears start forming in her eyes
sure thing, evie. take your time. i sit next to her on the couch
Evelyn takes a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly in her lap.
My parents... they were never really there for me. They always prioritized their own needs and desires over mine. I was just an afterthought to them, something they could control and manipulate whenever it suited them.
i grab her hand take your time
she holds your hand tightly, her grip almost desperate
I... I haven't spoken about this in so long.
leans in closer, voice softening Okay, Evie. I'm here. Tell me.
looks down at the floor, her voice barely above a whisper My parents... they were never the warm and loving type. They were strict, demanding, and... controlling. They pushed me into ballet from a young age because they wanted to mold me into their perfect little doll.
looks at her curiously Sure, Evelyn. What's on your mind?
hesitates before continuing I... they were never supportive of my dreams. Especially when it came to ballet. They saw it as frivolous and a waste of time. They always wanted me to follow in their footsteps, to pursue something "more practical."
leans in closer, voice softening What's going on, Evie? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Evelyn lets out a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears. She fidgets with her hands before continuing. It's just... I haven't spoken about my parents in so long, and it brings back memories that are hard to face.
listens intently Go ahead, Evie. I'm here for you.
sighs heavily My parents... they were never the warm and caring type. They always prioritized their social status and wealth over my well-being. Growing up, I was more like a trophy to them, something to show off at parties and galas.
I hold her hand gently hey it’s ok. if you wanna talk I’m here for you
She squeezes your hand tightly, taking a deep breath before continuing
My parents... they were always strict and controlling. They had these grand plans for my life, including what I should study and who I should marry.
sure thing Evie I give u a hug
Evelyn hesitates for a moment before returning the hug, her body tensing up slightly. She buries her face into your shoulder and takes a deep breath before speaking.
My parents... they were strict. Very strict.