If they could both trash me enough and I could come out of it a good person, wouldn't it behoove both of them to watch me and understand me so that they could do the same for their own situation? You can't imagine how many times I've heard these two women ask, "Why am I like this" and "am I really like this"? I believe this is an effort to create sympathy and create discussion about how they can be different to fool other people. They can't. What is amazing about this movie is that two people with completely different stories are nothing alike no matter what the similarities on sociopath draws between the two are.
You can read into it all you want, but just because two people went to the same high school and saw the same students doesn't mean that they have the same experience or same life. I'm nothing like Laurie. I'm nothing like Missy just because I know Bessie or because my sister was a great athlete or was Bessie's best friend either. I'm a person that is unique even within my own family. My experience is so different from the people I love that I am a completely different person. I'm realizing now that I'm not the family member that they are even though I love them all more than ever. They don't really know me. They know the story that Laurie told them and had other people tell them and, let's face it, the story that I chose to let them believe. It was easier. It was less painful than the truth.
Nobody wants their family to know that their loved one was tortured right in front of their faces. Nobody wants to think that they helped and didn't even know it. In the long run they will all find out and they should have a very long time ago. I deserve a life free from the pain that I go through like I did tonight. Nobody knows me when I go to a family dinner. They barely even see or acknowledge that I am there. They see what Laurie told them to see. It's truly awful.
I hate living my life.
