Dec 20, 2010 23:22
Dear stepfather.
It's been a week now and I'm still a tad gobsmacked. I just can't quite grasp how you would think comparing my husband to the man who molested me as an adolescent is appropriate post-prandial conversation. (Though I do admit that it's quite possible that despite being a contortionist, I'm incapable of sticking my head that far up my own arse.) That you did it laughingly, and then proceeded to go off on a nostalgia trip about the gentleman in question? True. Class.
Tell me, is this indicative of what you think of my husband, what you think of me, or that you just don't fucking think?
So thanks. Thanks for a week's worth of total sensory recall of that man's face, and that man's voice, and the how that man's hands felt. Thanks for a week of broken sleep, interspersed with bad dreams and night terrors. A week of feeling physically ill 90% of the time. A week of flinching when my husband touches me. A week of being 13 again and full of guilt and shame and doubt and hatred and poison.
It's been a real blast.
depression,
family,
stupid shit people do,
life,
debriefing,
angst,
relationships,
fuck this for a game of soldiers,
stress,
people suck