She would ask me questions, seemingly innocuous, but laced with a hint of suspicion. She would make comments that suggested she was worried about me, but in a way that made me feel like I was the problem. It was as if my bully had successfully planted a seed of doubt in her mind, and now she was seeing me through their twisted lens.

For those who may not know, being an introvert can be a blessing and a curse. On one hand, introverts are often characterized by their creativity, thoughtfulness, and independence. On the other hand, we introverts often struggle with social interactions, which can lead to feelings of isolation and loneliness. My life as an introvert has not been easy, but it's been especially tough with a bully constantly breathing down my neck.

It started with small things. My bully would occasionally approach my mother, making subtle comments about me, trying to sow seeds of doubt in her mind. They would make claims that I was "difficult" or "ungrateful," hoping to turn my mother against me. At first, my mother didn't think much of these comments, but over time, I began to notice a change in her behavior.