had pretended to ignore for years.
Kyle and his brothers hid my car keys before an important interview, causing me to miss it. They placed a very realistic eviction notice on our apartment door and watched me tearfully pack before admitting it was fake. They made terrifying phone calls to me, ruined my clothes, and recorded my reactions whenever they could.
Whenever I got angry, Kyle told me to cultivate a sense of humor. His brothers called me difficult, and his mother said I should be grateful to belong to
