Jul. 19th, 2010

hereprophetslie: (?)
Whatever you do, no matter how amusing you think you're being, don't jokingly ask Aunt Aly if she had a good time the previous night because she has a wicked grin on her face.

So so so many things I never ever ever ever needed to know about or, in fact, to imagine in my head with full visuals and surround sound.

And then...? Because you're feeling awkward and slightly flustered? When Uncle Peter walks into the kitchen? Don't congratulate him. Because he will laugh and then kiss my aunt in such a way that it should be rated illegal. Even if I now feel like I am five years old and shouting "EW" at my parents when they kissed. I am fairly sure they never looked like they were re-enacting some sort of kitchen porn when saying good morning.

....god, I hope.

And I most certainly don't want to ask Peter for pointers now. That wouldn't be the most awkward thing in the world ever. Damn you, awkward world...

hereprophetslie: (Like father like son)
The day before everything went to shit, you said this to me when I asked about what to do for Peter because he saved my life. You said:

I also, unfortunately, have no right words to give you here, not even in the slightest. For every other situation in life I had a vague guide. For puberty, for bullies, for love, for all those things I felt I could play the father and protect you as well as it was possible. I could guide and love you and be safe in the knowledge that, in the end, all would be well. I don't have that knowledge any more and it scares the shit out of me.

That's how I feel now. I have no words. No understanding of how to deal with this. I have no coping skills for my father betraying me and it scares me.

I don't know what to do.


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