Sins of the Father

Apr 16, 2008 18:26

It makes me deeply offended.

Can't stand them. But I can't say a word. Can't say anything, because I owe them too much. I still need their help. I hate myself for needing it, but I acknowledge that this is a time that cannot be avoided, mostly due to the incompetence of my genetic donor.

The children have to pay for the sins of their ancestors, of course. We suffer the consequences of past decisions.

And I am bitter. No matter how much help they've given, they've condescended, I despise them. I hate them because they remind me of my own weakness. I hate my weakness because I don't know what to do. I hate that I need their help, because all they do is make me feel indebted and obliged.

The day that I am free, I will leave. Change my name, pack my bags, and leave. Find a job, survive, cut off ties with my blood. I can make my own family. I don't need what biology has decided for me.

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me, family

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