Typical rug-sweeping let it go shit and I was so tired of it and so fucking hurt. When the USA LGBT Pride Shirt was finished I set it to the side and went to the back room to unsuccessfully dry my tears as they had finished opening gifts. I was sitting back there a minute or so crying hard because this is a common thing and I am the perpetual child to them and left out of get-togethers, this, and a lot of other things throughout the years. My mother and aunt are fully aware of this and agreed with me in the past and each tell me they have had similar happen to them and they have felt the same often too because of her. Yet when it happens they turn a blind eye because whoever is upset or says the truth or rocks the boat gets branded the crazy troublemaker that ruins everything. Used to be my mom, now it is me, she has said this to me a few times. My mom came back to check on me and I explained what was going on and I wanted to dry my eyes.