I Want to Be an Orphan

[queerbychoice]

I'm falling apart. On Saturday I went to visit my parents for my father's birthday, and left on distinctly unwelcome terms, and since then not a day has passed when I haven't started sobbing. I managed, with considerable difficulty, to write to both of my Franks about the most important parts, but I've been trying to write more background details in a journal entry here and I can't get beyond a paragraph or two before I choke up and can't function anymore. Today at work I wanted to hear nothing but sad wistful clichéd easy listening love songs (amazing how the one time I actually want to hear those, it's suddenly almost impossible to find any) and interpret them as being about my relationship with my parents. Then when I finally found a station that was playing them, they unexpectedly started playing "Cat's in the Cradle" and suddenly I just couldn't handle it anymore and tears started rolling down my cheeks. It's a good thing I have my own office now, but a few minutes later a coworker came in to talk to me and I can only hope my eyes weren't obviously red.

I'm considering informing my parents that I don't wish to see them ever again. The biggest drawback to this plan is that they have my address and phone number and several of my email addresses so it's unlikely I'll ever really escape them. They'll just hang around outside my apartment trying to beat my door down.

What does it mean to love someone? There are some people on earth who I love dearly. When I say "I love you" to someone it can mean a lot of different things, but two of the most basic that are always included even when I say it to almost complete strangers are "I like being with you" and "Your existence is part of what helps keep me sane." Neither of these things is true of my parents. I dread being with them, and their existence is probably the number one most dangerous threat to my sanity I've ever experienced.

Comments

Re: What does it mean to love someone?

[cuedus.livejournal.com]

*hears you and feels you*

Man... I don't know what I would do if my father threatened to hit me... Yes I do. When he was alive, he tried to... I picked him up and body slammed him.

Lesson: Don't fuck with me.

But... you don't live with them.
And you don't have to respond to them.

(1950's... 4 reals tho'?)

*hugs again*

Well, I am sure we are all here for ya.

Peace,

Q

Re: What does it mean to love someone?

[queerbychoice.livejournal.com]

My dad needs a kid who can body slam him. Unfortunately my brother and I are both about 6 inches shorter and 50 pounds lighter than him, and he's a marathon runner whose weight is 100% muscle. So he has no fear of being body slammed.

And yeah, they're 1950s for real. I've been looking for 25 years for the slightest sign of anything un-1950s about them lurking under the surface and I haven't found a thing.

Re: What does it mean to love someone?

[embryomystic.livejournal.com]

The 50s were the scariest decade ever.

Okay, that's not true, but they were the scariest decade in the 20th century. To me personally.

*hugs you*