I’ll write a bit more. As I sit here and cry. I’m so sick of in my life being the scape goat or being blamed for everything. You know? I’m not this evil person. That’s why it meant a lot when you said that I’m genuine and honest.

I’m just me. And I’m a good person. And I care. I have respected my sisters health in so many ways. Ever since she stopped speaking to my parents – I never brought them up again. Even when I lived at home and I was depressed 12 months ago. I never ever told her. I did it all alone.

Anita,

. I haven’t shared anything with her. All she knows is that my number changed. I do not tell her anything. I do not overwhelm her. We do not discuss parents actually. At all  I truly don’t.

She blames me even if I say nothing. So I just fear that a bit. But she has definitely lessened it.

I mean it when I say – I literally don’t share anything with her. And I think I deserve some credit for that. I don’t do anything to her.

I guess my sister. And then you had said you did. And I think my therapist may have during our last session.

I ended up buying matching sweaters and a skirt for my sister and I. Perhaps we will wear it together tomorrow!

And yes I meant my parents. I am heading home now. Getting a little scared of going near my place. Deep breaths

Yes you are right. They are always distressed. I do imagine my father crying. Which does hurt me. But this is all normal.

Hard. But I’m happy at the same time. It’s a weird feeling. I feel very … weird.

Anita,

yes. I feel weird. My friend B and M spent the evening with me. I went to the police station first. And wanted to file a report. The experience was horrible. They did not believe me. Asked me why my parents were bothering me at 27. And stated how many parents continue to text bc that’s what parents do. That I can’t just file a report because my parents are being annoying. I broke down and was eventually able to file a report. For an order of protection – I can do that in family court. All I could report is that they are contacting me a lot and that it is causing me distress. but they said they can’t do anything about them showing up to my place yet since it hasn’t happened yet

The police station experience for me was … so difficult. Writing my fathers name on the report Anita. I couldn’t. I broke down- I had to write it under the “suspect”. I was literally shaking. It was so hard for me to write his name down. So hard. I will never ever ever forget it. My friend tried to come help me write it and the police officer screamed that it must be in my hand writing . Which of course I understand. But they could’ve been nicer . It’s interesting because since my father is the one contacting me the most – it is his name that went on the report.  Not my mother

We then went to the cell phone place. I sent the text – I love you and care for you – I always have. However I can no longer tolerate your behavior. It is emotional abuse. There has been too much. For my health, it is the best decision for me to no longer keep in contact with you. Please do not contact me anymore. I moved apartments- do not go to my old apartment or my new one, or to any apartment I may ever live in. If you do, I will call the police. Do not come to my workplace looking for me. If you do, I will call the police. I am sorry. I have filed a report to the police. I am so sorry. This is for my health and well being. Do not have anyone else contact me. Your behavior is unacceptable. I will always love you both. Please know that.

i went inside the store. And got my phone number changed. My friends and I then went to dinner. I am so thankful they spent this day with me and were so so so so so supportive.

This has been one of the most distressing days of my life. My texts mentioned the police. Even after the fact – they messaged me on WhatsApp (another texting app). About 20 min after I sent the text. I had missed a video call from my mother and my dad had texted me. They then called my best friend from home.

I feel relieved and proud and happy. I get excited randomly. But my biggest fear is seeing them while I have to walk my dog. And then having to call the police. Mentally preparing for that is…. I don’t even know

Anita. I sent it. I now have a new number.

Yes, same message. Phew this is hard.

Hello. I hope you have been doing well. For my health, it is the best decision for me to no longer keep in contact with you. You may never know why or think you have done nothing wrong, but you have caused me so much pain. As my parents, of course I love you and care for you, however I can no longer tolerate your behavior. Please do not contact me anymore. I moved apartments – do not go to my old apartment. If you do, I am sorry but I will have to call the police. I need to do this for myself. I am sorry, but this is not my fault. As your daughter, please respect my decision. This is not my fault. I have done nothing wrong. I deserve to live a peaceful life.