Caught In the Act
In high school, I was being pretty difficult because of some really intense events happening in my life. I had a super rough family home life, and I withdrew because of it. My parents were very “Sunday Christian,” meaning while at church, they’re the best Christians, but the teachings did NOT make it home.
They gave us NO privacy whatsoever, and were always in our phones, our bags, our rooms. They were just in every aspect of our life if it offered them control. Eventually, they “found me a counselor,” and hinted I knew them personally.
What they actually ended up doing was sending me to therapy with the PASTOR’S WIFE. It became super clear that she was telling them the things we were talking about, but I held out hope because I didn’t really have proof of it happening.
One day, I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I made a plan to catch them in the act. I ended up lying and telling my therapist I got in a fender bender. Well, she told my parents right when I left, because when I showed up at home, my dad demanded to see my bumpers.
My bumpers were fine. My parents won’t admit what happened to this day, but they never made me go again, so there’s that, at least. Story credit: Reddit