Mom and step-dad are visiting dad and I before I go back to school on Saturday.
Highlights of dinner:
Dad does the pre-meal prayer: "Dear Lord, please let sanity enter into all areas of Benaiah's brain and let him make sensible decisions. Also, do the same thing for the rest of us too."
Dad on therapists: "These people trick you into needing them and tell you lies about how it's our fault you feel like you can't talk to us about your problems when, really, it's your fault."
Mom on therapists: "They just want money. I had to go to some for my workman's comp claims and I knew exactly what to say to make them write what I wanted them to, so they're not that smart."
The most foreboding fortune cookie ever: "No man is without enemies."
Awesome!
Of course, I still don't feel like I can talk to my parents (my dad most of all). The only reason I'm able to maintain peace is by keeping my mouth shut because I know that clarifying that my therapist was pro-bono or doing anything to express my point of view will monkey wrench this Mecha Godzilla and cancel le expedition de universidad.
I wish they would avoid the subject just like I do, but they keep.... bringing... it up....
Also, what's with my dad and step-dad sharing food? My mom joked that they act closer to each other than either of them do with her.
Speaking of which, my mom's probably embarrassed that she ever fucked my dad. It probably doesn't help that I'm a reminder of that. Personally, I'd rather go through my entire life alone than end up on someone's list of romantic embarrassments. But it's probably too late now...
I got my lease today. Tomorrow I fill it out with my mom and a notary. On Saturday, I move into my apartment and beginning College 2: The Revenge. I'm coming for you, Apollo Creed!
After I leave, perhaps you can look forward to less entries dealing with (complaining about) my relationship with my family. That doesn't neccessarily mean they'll be better, or anything. As a matter of fact, I feel like guaranteeing that they will be much, much worse. 60% of the time, my guarantees are correct all the time.
Highlights of dinner:
Dad does the pre-meal prayer: "Dear Lord, please let sanity enter into all areas of Benaiah's brain and let him make sensible decisions. Also, do the same thing for the rest of us too."
Dad on therapists: "These people trick you into needing them and tell you lies about how it's our fault you feel like you can't talk to us about your problems when, really, it's your fault."
Mom on therapists: "They just want money. I had to go to some for my workman's comp claims and I knew exactly what to say to make them write what I wanted them to, so they're not that smart."
The most foreboding fortune cookie ever: "No man is without enemies."
Awesome!
Of course, I still don't feel like I can talk to my parents (my dad most of all). The only reason I'm able to maintain peace is by keeping my mouth shut because I know that clarifying that my therapist was pro-bono or doing anything to express my point of view will monkey wrench this Mecha Godzilla and cancel le expedition de universidad.
I wish they would avoid the subject just like I do, but they keep.... bringing... it up....
Also, what's with my dad and step-dad sharing food? My mom joked that they act closer to each other than either of them do with her.
Speaking of which, my mom's probably embarrassed that she ever fucked my dad. It probably doesn't help that I'm a reminder of that. Personally, I'd rather go through my entire life alone than end up on someone's list of romantic embarrassments. But it's probably too late now...
I got my lease today. Tomorrow I fill it out with my mom and a notary. On Saturday, I move into my apartment and beginning College 2: The Revenge. I'm coming for you, Apollo Creed!
After I leave, perhaps you can look forward to less entries dealing with (complaining about) my relationship with my family. That doesn't neccessarily mean they'll be better, or anything. As a matter of fact, I feel like guaranteeing that they will be much, much worse. 60% of the time, my guarantees are correct all the time.
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i never used to understand why people tried to make themselves throw up. however, sometimes, when you know you're gonna be feeling like shit at work the next day if you don't get crap out of your stomach, it has to happen.