Joined September 2022
Once in a while, there are words in my head that feel like magic. The rest of the time, I'm just imitating myself.
I’ve trained myself to ignore the shitty things my dad does, and I fucking hate it. Tonight - we were about to watch TV. Mom had just hit play on the movie (an old western - we’d all seen it about a hundred times), and she headed back into the kitchen to grab the plates of dessert for her and my dad. He walked into the den a moment after - his entrance was marked by immediate heavy breathing, an aggravated huffing and puffing as he rushed over to the TV. He started muttering to himself, fumbling with the DVD player in an attempt to eject the disk.