I’ve really had nothing to say for a while. Or at least forgot most of what it was, I don’t know.
It keeps hitting me, you know? Only now does society run these adverts for ‘ACES’ (adverse childhood experiences). I could only laugh. Oh NOW the boomers care about how their awful parenting and neglect might have affected you?
Reminds me of my dad laughingly telling me “I don’t want to hear about it in therapy 20 years later.”
Usually in regards to him asking me stuff like ‘Garsh son, dontcha wanna go to that football game at your school?’ or something similar.
I wouldn’t go to therapy for this anyway, what a crock, could you imagine that?
Me going and telling some jerk off (well what do you WANT me to call the doctor who gets paid to stare and listen?) ‘Oh yeah, uh right when I turned 40 I started getting these awful memories of things and I realized they really happened’.
It’d just be the same crock my mom tells me, “Get over it or you’re mentally ill like your father.”
Yep, the only woman who loves me draws the line right there; “Just get over it, I got over mine.”
That’s right, it happened to both parents. Though to be honest, I think my mom was only grabbed and almost taken inside the persons house. My father and I got..”it”.
God wanted this and that’s the sad part, man. Like, lmao, the fuck did I do to deserve that.
Asshole ass motherfucker.
That’s what I say to myself in the car when I get ready to go home
“You wanted me to be a raped damaged kid. Thanks.”
Remember when I told you they called me their ‘guinea pig child’?
Have a nice Sunday.
I miss Pop and Little Joe. I miss Brandino. I miss Lilabelle. I miss Interrobang. I miss The Anti-Clique, if you see them please tell them. They were on OD big long ago.
Remember me fondly, Mr. SquarePants(es).
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