I know it's been a while since I posted. A lot has been happening to me in my personal life but it is still my childhood that haunts me. The year I turned five Mrs. Troll* decided that since my birthday and Princess's* fell close to each others, we would share a combined birthday party and invite all the neighborhood children. It sounded very fun and exciting to me. The day of the party, however, Mrs. Troll told me I should not spoil the party for everyone else and I should pretend to have a good time for the guests' sake. Then she told me that the party was only going to be for Princess. I was furious but there seemed little that I could do about it. As the guests arrived, she told them my birthday had been celebrated already. Today's party is only for Princess. I hated what was happening but having already been beaten and yelled at numerous times by the Trolls not to be angry no matter what. And today especially I was not to spoil anyone else's fun. It was, after all, a party and (according to Trolls) the other kids should be allowed to have fun with out me causing a scene. I hated Princess for having such a party and I was furious that my birthday was ignored again. I had no party, no presents, no cake, nothing. I was seething and trying ot hold it in, hold it down. After the hated party was over, Mrs. Troll told me I had done a good job and praised me for not disrupting it. It was one of the few times she ever praised me or responded positively to me. I tried so hard to tell myself I had cone the right thing because she was proud of me but I could not get over being hurt and furious.

*And you wonder why I hate them and call them Trolls.