But I haven't done that because, at some fucking point, I have to make my peace with these two jerks who aren't leaving anytime soon. If My Fucking Father knows that I'm showering, maybe he'll back off from lecturing me about it, and maybe then he'll stop snooping around my room, or throwing my shit away. At the same time, I have no clue whether he will stop at all. And beyond that, this is me doing something (namely showering) that I don't want to do. To me, this isn't just compromising. I am bending the knee. And a large part of me is ashamed of myself for knuckling under his stupid damn orders. But hey, if I do knuckle under, I am part of the problem, goddammit.
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