I am the reason the house is filled with stress.
I am the reason why others get angry at my children.
I am the reason why my children don’t feel they need to be respectful.
I am the reason others are filled with hatred.
I am the adult who still lets the bullies push me around for fear of them hurting those I love if I speak up.
I am the result of a lifetime of bullying.
I know what it’s like to wish I was dead rather than put up with the hurtful words and actions of my bullies.
But I would never wish the same upon them as I doubt they would survive it like I have.
They are not strong enough to put on a brave face and act as if it is not affecting them one bit.
They are simply scared individuals who have not been taught ways of expressing their feelings without hurting others. They act in a cowardly manner as they know no better.