Hey, so, I wasn’t expecting “Doctor Bashir, I Presume?” to come after my childhood like that

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Hey, so, I wasn’t expecting “Doctor Bashir, I Presume?” to come after my childhood like that
I wonder if my parents realize that they've already lost me. That my smiles are fake and my eyes are constantly searching for escape routes. That I'm just biding my time until I can be free of them. I wonder if they know that I was never theirs to keep.
objectively my relationship with my dad is worse. but my mind apparently doesn't care about logic because my relationship with my mom hurts so much more. because she at least knows stuff about me. while the connection between me & my dad has been entirely 'off' since i was like 12, me & my mom are constantly 'on' & 'off'. one moment i think she's no better than my dad and the next i'm reminded exactly why she's so much better. if i had to choose to live with one of them for the rest of my childhood i'd choose her without hesitation. (kinda random but indian parents really need to start normalizing divorce lmao) in the end, my dad mostly stays out of whatever happens to me and doesn't interact and i'm fine with it now because i don't really like the person he is, but my mom doesn't stay out of it. she's objectively a better person. she's there, she listens, but also she makes things so much worse. well at least she's got more tact than my dad. i feel like the reason it hurts more with her is because at times i actually have hope whereas i've given up when it comes to my dad. my dad doesn't have expectations to meet so he can't disappoint me any more but i know my mom and she is a much better parent than him and sometimes i expect a healthy interaction and when it doesn't happen i'm left disappointed and hurt. idk i'm just rambling atp
I hate to be mean because I love my mom but I can’t entertain her delusions anymore. I just got out of a relaxing bath only for her to stop me and say she saw this video of some military guy who said your dishwasher has a microphone and the government can hear you…
I’m so sick and fucking tired of her stupid conspiracies that I just sighed, shook my head and went upstairs without a word. I do not have the energy to pretend to believe her bullshit or entertain it in the slightest. Especially considering her views are the ones that fucked up the country in the first place.
They said that love me - but then they can't accept the fact that I am their son, no daughter.
When I was 16 my dad was showing me old Gabriel Iglesias clips and he told me he died around 2010 due to obesity related issues and I fully believed him and I never looked into it, and today I figured out my dad straight up lied and he's actually alive and I figure it out because I see a video saying he's performing for a comedy festival that's meant to whitewash the Saudi Arabian regime
Like, my mom has called you all a "Bad influence" on me.
And that's bullshit. Y'all are the only people I have that prevent me from wanting to kill myself. Y'all are the only support group I'VE EVER HAD!
Now does that sound like a "Bad Influence" to you?