This story is called Prejudice

At 11 PM, I
walked alone in the dim light of my apartment complex, and suddenly realized that
back in my hometown, I was an outsider.
No, strictly speaking, it was their lively chatter and laughter
that had nothing to do with me anymore
. My relationship with them grew increasingly cold.
Actually, after experiencing so much, I've thoroughly understood the fickleness of human relationships.
But today, the verbal abuse from several relatives took turns chilling me.
Just because my cousin needed money for his wedding and was short on funds,
and just because I didn't offer to help with my uncle's renovations,
did that mean I was heartless and ungrateful?
Sometimes I wonder, why should I have to endure this
? Regardless of their motives,
at least to me, those words were incredibly hurtful.
And they don't know how much a single sentence can hurt me.
The hardships I endure as a young woman struggling in a big city.
My money is hard-earned, the blood and sweat I poured into it.
You don't see my sadness, helplessness, or the tears I shed while enduring so much.
Your moral blackmail is like a crack widening in a dam due to erosion. These words, saying how good you are to me while acknowledging my heartlessness, are driving me to the brink of collapse.