I don’t mean for every log entry I post to be loaded with bile, I just find it easier to write when I’m pissed. So let me describe the source of my frustration. Picture, if you will, a room full of right-wing Republican Christians. Now picture me, also sitting in the room.
(If you want to make it funny, picture the ‘Bull in a china shop’ bit from Family Guy.)
That’s what it’s like spending the day with my family. I walk around on eggshells the whole time, not wanting to say anything or expose myself in any way for fear that I’ll be outed as the black sheep that I am. For as depressing as spending the whole day with my family is, the more depressing fact is that my family is really all I’ve got left.
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