Being a minor, the hospital staff had called the girl's parents in for a meeting. If she would not bring herself to eat soon then they would place a tube down her nose for nutritional purposes.
Though they they looked haggard and sad from the long drive, there was an abruptness in their attitudes when they entered the therapy room and the dying girl shifted fearfully in her seat.
Putting the fear aside, the girl asked them to get help for their behaviors. As diplomatically as she could, the girl attempted to explain to them how their behaviors had hurt her and how she could not continue as things had been.
The girl apologized for being weak and asked them if they would go to therapy and help her. If they would not help, then she also informed them that the relationship would eventually deteriorate and end. The parents did not listen to her, more less believe her.
The mother cried out in tears, "Why do I feel as if I am being blamed?" The father sat quiet, still, eyes to the floor ... as always. The mother's tears continued to fall as she felt great pity for herself.
Interrupting, the therapist informed the mother, "Your daughter is dying and needs your help."
The crying martyr of all simply replied, "But why am I always being blamed? Why doesn't anyone care about me? I give and give and no one cares."
There was no need for a tube as the girl eventually began to eat. The decision was obvious and ties were eventually broken. Though physical ramifications remain, the girl continues on her way but the pivotal moment not forgotten ... only to be repeated in lesser form.
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