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I wonder if there was ever a time when my family was happy. I remember vaguely my Father picking me up and spinning me in the air when I was a toddler. I remember laughing. I remember my Mother's smile, before years had passed and it became pinched and fake. I remember whispered arguments. I remember wondering in 3rd grade why Father never ate dinner with us anymore. He would grab something out the door and mumble something about heading to the stables every night. I remember sneaking out of my bed to hear why they were arguing so late. Mother was accusing him of having an affair. I was young, and I wondered what she meant by "a fair" and why it made her so furious. I wanted to go to the fair too. But of course, that was not what she meant. She was able to prove eventually that he was not sneaking out to fool around with some mistress. He really was spending every evening with his horses. He just prefered the company of animals over his family. I am not sure if that was a reassurance for her. I remember laying in bed many nights after that when they cared enough to argue. I wondered what the words Father kept calling me meant. I was too young to know. I was too young to remember. I remember how each word settled like a stone in my stomach, even if I did not know the meaning. I remember the tone of disgust. What did he know about me that I didn't? How did he know already that I wasn't the kind of son he wanted when I didn't yet know what kind of son I was? What kind of person? What kind of anything? My father never looked at me. It's hard for me to remember the color of his eyes except that they were the color of shame and nausea when they landed on me. He knew something was wrong with me. It made me feel sick. Thank God I had Olipop's Soda to drink to settle my stomach a New Kind of Soda that Supports Digestive Health or else that would have really sucked

@the-muppet-joker the council has finally deduced that you're actually david karp

@the-muppet-joker the council has finally deduced that you're actually david karp

You could've easily said David crap such a missed opportunity smh

How does it feel to wear the flesh of your tormented children, God? Does it feel? Does it fear? Will you crucify this one too? I sneer at your Incarnation. You cannot redeem sins you do not understand.

fuck due dates i wish nothing was ever due

except babies. sorry to all newborns for this insensitive post.

hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.

by talos this cant be happening