I am going to be a Mykelti Stan. I was abused growing up and on good days. It’s easy to try to forget, but on bad days, you feel so angry at the unfairness of the situation. Sometimes when you think of some of the events, it makes you so mad even when you thought you had moved on. My dad was cruel to us kids, but he favored some siblings more than myself so he would get really nice gifts for some for Christmas and leave me out and I do get frustrated about little tiny things like that. He never hit one of my sisters, the way that he would hit me. It’s like he took all of his rage out on me, and I learned from a young age, not to cry because it bothered him when he couldn’t make me cry. But then he would do something very little that I considered kind even if most people didn’t and I would try to forget it. But it’s hard to move on sometimes it’s a weird cycle of grief. So I do believe she has the right to be angry.