A person breaks down describing lifelong trauma and abuse, saying this is the only moment they've felt able to speak. Their mother tries to address a pattern of constant anger, but the exchange reveals how desperately they need to be heard.
I'm mad. I've been mad for years, okay? I've been mad as hell for a long time. And nobody listens to me, bro. Nobody listens to me. Mad for what? Nobody. What you mean mad for what? What do you mean mad for what, Mom? Like, what are you really saying? Like, what are you really saying?
Like, you've been acting different the whole time we've been talking about it. You're always mad.
You do not listen to me. I done been raped and all type of shit. Do you know that? No, you don't. See? You don't. I didn't know that. You don't know. Exactly. Because it's you. I can't talk to you, Mom. Why? I can't. This is the only time I can talk to you. Look how you talking though. Right now.
Come on, you're exaggerating. I gotta back up, I gotta back up. You need to stop. Because I see the breakdown in this communication here. One note that I wrote down, and I wanna show you this, this is literally earlier before your daughter came out here. I said, "Doesn't seem like she likes to communicate with her mom." And then I did not know any of this, and it just said out of her mouth, "I don't feel like she listens to me." And when she said that, and when she described a moment where her body was violated, you passed right over that.