
WhatDoesTheFoxSay?
Hold your head high, and your middle finger higher
- Dec 25, 2020
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III. NOW
In recent years we begun to keep our distance from Ndad, preferring to mind our own business. As of now, we've more or less given him the cold shoulder. As age is catching up with him, he starts to feel desperate and wants to close the gap, making sure that we'll take care of him when he's old. He becomes frustrated when the same tactics don't work. As empaths are narcissist magnets, he starts to look for a target – the person who's always had a soft spot for him: me. Piece of cake, right? No. As you can already tell, Dad, I'm BS-proof. I'm not your bitch. I've become hard as nails so no, you can't fool me with your crocodile tears. You complain about your health problems, but what about me? There's not a single day I'm without pain. Jokes aside, he's the reason my amour-propre has gone to hell. I'm fucked in the head and he is to blame. Although he has never laid a finger on me, part of me secretly wishes he did, because then I'd have a reason to retaliate in kind.
The media protrays the pandemic as an opportunity for family bonding as we spend more time together. However, one doesn't have to look at the divorce and domestic violence statistics to know that spending 24/7 together destroys relationships. For one thing, our already lukewarm relationship with Ndad has been deteriorating faster than ever. Even though he shuts himself in most of the time, I've been increasingly agitated and anxious in his presence that if this were fiction, he'd be surrounded by an oppressive aura.
As I've been helping out at home all this while, recently he came up and told me instead of being like those who strive for material gain and to make a name for themselves, I should 'follow my heart and do what's best for myself'. I would've thanked him if he were the run-of-the-mill dad, but there's always an ulterior motive behind whatever he says and does. All of us have agreed that it's to keep me homebound. Maybe sometime later I'll be his nurs– I'M SORRY, WHAT'S THAT AGAIN? There's no way I can be intimate with him as I find him most obnoxious to be with.
I've lost count of how many times I've dreamt we fought ever since the pandemic started, and they get more violent each time. I'm starting to get homicidal fantasies. If this goes on, there are two scenarios: either he gets hurt or I'll get admitted to psychiatric hospital.
PART I
PART II
In recent years we begun to keep our distance from Ndad, preferring to mind our own business. As of now, we've more or less given him the cold shoulder. As age is catching up with him, he starts to feel desperate and wants to close the gap, making sure that we'll take care of him when he's old. He becomes frustrated when the same tactics don't work. As empaths are narcissist magnets, he starts to look for a target – the person who's always had a soft spot for him: me. Piece of cake, right? No. As you can already tell, Dad, I'm BS-proof. I'm not your bitch. I've become hard as nails so no, you can't fool me with your crocodile tears. You complain about your health problems, but what about me? There's not a single day I'm without pain. Jokes aside, he's the reason my amour-propre has gone to hell. I'm fucked in the head and he is to blame. Although he has never laid a finger on me, part of me secretly wishes he did, because then I'd have a reason to retaliate in kind.
The media protrays the pandemic as an opportunity for family bonding as we spend more time together. However, one doesn't have to look at the divorce and domestic violence statistics to know that spending 24/7 together destroys relationships. For one thing, our already lukewarm relationship with Ndad has been deteriorating faster than ever. Even though he shuts himself in most of the time, I've been increasingly agitated and anxious in his presence that if this were fiction, he'd be surrounded by an oppressive aura.
As I've been helping out at home all this while, recently he came up and told me instead of being like those who strive for material gain and to make a name for themselves, I should 'follow my heart and do what's best for myself'. I would've thanked him if he were the run-of-the-mill dad, but there's always an ulterior motive behind whatever he says and does. All of us have agreed that it's to keep me homebound. Maybe sometime later I'll be his nurs– I'M SORRY, WHAT'S THAT AGAIN? There's no way I can be intimate with him as I find him most obnoxious to be with.
I've lost count of how many times I've dreamt we fought ever since the pandemic started, and they get more violent each time. I'm starting to get homicidal fantasies. If this goes on, there are two scenarios: either he gets hurt or I'll get admitted to psychiatric hospital.
PART I
PART II
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