They could have at the very least let me keep my foreskin.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats.Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.
This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin
And my parents still lord over me “how much I owe them” no matter what or how much I do because “You owe us your life”. Well life sucks and my parents aren’t accepting returns.
You have shitty parents
Time to turn the tables “No parents, you owe me because you created the debt that is my life”
At one point, my father was visiting me, and somehow we got on to the topic of abortion. I said anyone who does not believe in a woman’s right to choose is not welcome in my house, so he should stop talking. He said, “Well, if we did believe in abortion, you never would have been born.” That was not the winning argument he thought it was.
Signed, Person stuck living in the US with multiple chronic health conditions, one of which is genetic. Thanks, Dad!
