when my father speaks to me, it sends chills down my spine and rattles my soul. because of this, i feel like an infant dying of shaken baby syndrome everyday.

you can fool me, your mother, and your teachers, but you can't fool yourself.
- dad

he says i shouldn't feel comfortable when he has such a discussion with me, because life isn't comfortable. it's not easy. it's not fun. he says i'm living such a cushy lifestyle right now, when in reality i should be in utter discomfort. my dad doesn't drink. he says all of these fucked up things as a sober, realized man.

this is the type of moral support and parenthood i'm recieving.