Author: Sara

(For Kai, summer before election) “You sure it’s cool that I stay with you for summer break, Winnie? Your brother won’t care?” Winter smiled gently. “Kai? Of course not. He’s totally cool,” she assured me as we carried our bags and belongings up the front walk towards the Anderson house. Winter was my best friend at college. I didn’t really have a family to go home to, and wasn’t looking forward to spending my whole summer at the group home I usually stayed at. Winter was very generous to

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open up her home to me. I knew it was just she and her older brother, but I still hated to intrude. So I ended up asking her 50 times after she made the offer if she was sure it was okay. Winter took out her house key, unlocked the front door, and walked through the threshold with me at her heels. “Kai?” she shouted to the house at large, “we’re here!” I set my bags down in the foyer, slightly nervous to be meeting her brother so soon.

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I heard Winter’s voice from the kitchen and I came out to greet her. “Hey sis.” I said to her, giving her a hug. I looked to you and gave you a short but welcoming smile. “You must be the friend. I’m Kai.” I said to her. “I’m crashing in the den, you’re welcomed to take my room so you don’t have to share Winter’s tiny ass bed. She snores and kicks by the way.” 

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Your hair…was blue. I tried my best not to gawk. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised what with Winter’s ashy hair color, yet it still wasn’t what I expected. The blue hair suited you, however. It seemed to be a more recent acquisition–I could tell because the color hadn’t faded, although your roots were starting to show a little bit. I felt like I was staring at a blue-haired version of Kurt Cobain, except with brown eyes instead of blue. Sexy yet grungy, charming yet dark and slightly mysterious. It was definitely apparent that you and Winter were family. 

“Oh, I’m Lucy,” I said, coming to my senses. “And really, don’t let me kick you out of your own bedroom. I don’t mind sharing with Winter,” I answered, shooting her a pleading glance. Winter returned my look with a smile.

“Nonsense. This is your home now too. Besides, Kai’s been living down in the den for a while now…weirdo,” she muttered as an afterthought. She bit her lip and kicked her foot out in your direction. “Will you show her around, please? I want to get my stuff unpacked and put away,” Winter said to you. 

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extraordinaryxmen:

candidlyautistic:

geekandmisandry:

Abuse by parents is so insidious, especially emotional abuse. Because parents can be fine and supportive and loving until something doesn’t go their way and then it’s guilt and appeals to authority that border on gaslighting.

Because I don’t know what else to call it when a parent says the way they remember it is the TRUTH, negating a child’s experience and memory and then saying that they are right because they are the parent.

Their version of what happened is the official story and a child gets manipulated into believing it or agreeing with it.

And sometimes these relationships don’t necessarily change when the child becomes an adult, sometimes that child standing up for themselves and holding their ground becomes evidence that they don’t “care” and that they are “unfeeling” or “unappreciative” of what the parent has given them.

And sure, maybe overall they are top tier parents worthy of awards, but so many can’t face that at best they have been using abusive tactics to emotionally manipulate their children.

And just because parents are the Authority, and just because society thinks certain things are socially acceptable, doesn’t make it not abuse.

when I was a teen and was overwhelmed with feelings and shit, sometimes I just started to cry for the most simple things like if my mom talked to me in a rude way I would cry nonstop, she always said that my tears were fake “crocodile tears” and that I was “too sensitive”. After that I could not show my emotions anymore to anyone, I stopped crying in front of people, I have stopped to show emotions is like I blocked everything.
Plot twist: now my mom calls me “emotionless or without feelings” lol

What makes it even worse is being an only child with a need to please. You’re torn inside. You know how you’re being treated is wrong, but you feel guilty going against them because you are the only child they have.

Okay but you never pull a Madison? 🤷🏻‍♀️

fragilelikeabomb0106:

Well, I’ve been accused of caring for no one but myself a few times, so I thought I would just throw that one in there.

Haven’t we all, though? Doesn’t mean it’s who we really are. Plus sometimes you have to take care of only yourself for you own health and well-being. As long as you aren’t intentionally stepping on people/hurting anyone, there’s nothing wrong with that at all.

fragile-incorrect0106:

Chad: “Man, I wish homophobic people were actually afraid of gay people. Like could you imagine having the power to strike fear in people’s hearts with your homo?”

Patrick: “What?”

Chad: “‘If I do not have one billion dollars on my doorstep by noon tomorrow, I swear I will kiss this man on the mouth in front of your children.’”