OtC 2.2: Phobias
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Alright. I'll fucking say it. If only because this therapy thing means I have to be honest about shit, otherwise that judge is never going to let me out of this. Or he'll send me to jail, and that'll be fucking after Bobby gets out, so I won't know anyone inside. It's not like he's going to get himself sent back inside for a longer sentence just so we can hang out. We're not that good friends.
So here it is.
There're three women who've somehow wound up making up like... The fucking pillars of my existence or something. I don't even know, I just know that when one of them goes away, my life goes to shit. It's been proven way too many fucking times for me to ignore it forever, as much as I'd like to.
And you will never hear me admit this anywhere else.
Not like it matters, they're easy to pick out anyway; Sasha, Lorelai, and Mom. They came at different points in my life, got deeply rooted the fuck in there, and they're never going to let me go. Except for Mom, who was obviously there at the beginning.
When Lorelai and I broke up, everything went to shit. When I thought I was going to lose her, everything went to shit. I seriously, no bullshit, can't see us not together. Even when we're doing that whole old folk's home cliche, I still can't. It's easier to picture me beating the fuck out of some other guy with Alzheimer's for thinking she's his wife, and her going with it to piss me off. I don't talk about this because it backs up the marriage thing and gives people more reasons to bitch at me.
Whenever Sasha and I fight, it's never really anything we can't work out. We get severely pissed at each other, go through a whole dialogue exchange of bullshit, and then we stop. Somehow we get back to square one. I'm not sure how, but we always do it, and most of the time we do it on our own. I can't see us not being friends, and I can't see a day inside my head I wouldn't have her around to call unless she gets swallowed up by the Petrelli domestic lifestyle too much to give a shit anymore.
My family is full of people too fucked up for words. I can't even get into a proper explanation, a why and wherefore, because there isn't one. We are what we are. On both my mother and my father's side. But when it gets down to it, Mom's the one I call for whatever the fuck's going on. Unless I know I she'll throw a serious fucking apocalyptic fit, and then, I call Dad. But that's few and far in between. I never have 'normal' circumstances, but under average ones, I'll call Mom.
So that's it. They're the pillars of my existence. Move one, and I get fucked.
I know there's patient-doctor confidentiality shit here. There has to be. So this isn't going to get to them. I won't ever have to take shit I don't need because I admitted I need have to keep them around, right?
And that, thanks to all this, I might be, y'know, afraid worried terrified nervous about one of them going away. Right?
... Right.
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Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 562
Alright. I'll fucking say it. If only because this therapy thing means I have to be honest about shit, otherwise that judge is never going to let me out of this. Or he'll send me to jail, and that'll be fucking after Bobby gets out, so I won't know anyone inside. It's not like he's going to get himself sent back inside for a longer sentence just so we can hang out. We're not that good friends.
So here it is.
There're three women who've somehow wound up making up like... The fucking pillars of my existence or something. I don't even know, I just know that when one of them goes away, my life goes to shit. It's been proven way too many fucking times for me to ignore it forever, as much as I'd like to.
And you will never hear me admit this anywhere else.
Not like it matters, they're easy to pick out anyway; Sasha, Lorelai, and Mom. They came at different points in my life, got deeply rooted the fuck in there, and they're never going to let me go. Except for Mom, who was obviously there at the beginning.
When Lorelai and I broke up, everything went to shit. When I thought I was going to lose her, everything went to shit. I seriously, no bullshit, can't see us not together. Even when we're doing that whole old folk's home cliche, I still can't. It's easier to picture me beating the fuck out of some other guy with Alzheimer's for thinking she's his wife, and her going with it to piss me off. I don't talk about this because it backs up the marriage thing and gives people more reasons to bitch at me.
Whenever Sasha and I fight, it's never really anything we can't work out. We get severely pissed at each other, go through a whole dialogue exchange of bullshit, and then we stop. Somehow we get back to square one. I'm not sure how, but we always do it, and most of the time we do it on our own. I can't see us not being friends, and I can't see a day inside my head I wouldn't have her around to call unless she gets swallowed up by the Petrelli domestic lifestyle too much to give a shit anymore.
My family is full of people too fucked up for words. I can't even get into a proper explanation, a why and wherefore, because there isn't one. We are what we are. On both my mother and my father's side. But when it gets down to it, Mom's the one I call for whatever the fuck's going on. Unless I know I she'll throw a serious fucking apocalyptic fit, and then, I call Dad. But that's few and far in between. I never have 'normal' circumstances, but under average ones, I'll call Mom.
So that's it. They're the pillars of my existence. Move one, and I get fucked.
I know there's patient-doctor confidentiality shit here. There has to be. So this isn't going to get to them. I won't ever have to take shit I don't need because I admitted I need have to keep them around, right?
And that, thanks to all this, I might be, y'know, afraid worried terrified nervous about one of them going away. Right?
... Right.
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Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 562