Every dinner conversation was abuse, that's why I hated being around them and was a party pooper. They are great at pretending I was mean as they ganged up on me, berating everything I didn't know. It became a weapon for them. I was always kind when they didn't know something, who cares right... not everybody knows everything but I should've been fighting back. It was hard to fight back with all my dyslexia, ADHD, etc. I guess I am just low IQ. Except I'm not. I all just hurt that they wanted to hurt me.