shivers… i just rb’d a similar post but. father who shelters me and feeds a bunch of stuff into my head so that i live in this like fantasy bubble with him. i’m a housedaughter and our house is my world and he is too. you guys know i need it to be religious too you know me you know my game. no you can’t date, sweetie those men will only seek your flesh and they will hurt you and they will try to drive you away from your faith. you’re all i have, would you really do that? leave your poor old father all alone? you can stay here and i will take care of you like i always have, we’ll have such a good time. what, do you feel the need to go on a date like your friend? well. starling. i can take you on a date, you know, and i’m safe and i know what’s best for you so you don’t even have to worry, you can just have a good time! we can go out to eat, would you like that, sweetie? i’ll cook for you. we can see a movie. we can watch a movie here and make sundaes. we can do whatever you want, you name it.
uhhhhggggh. man… man. sheltered and swaddled and mildly brainwashed out of not even that much malice but genuine love. i don’t even want to get involved romantically like a normal young adult but i feel the societal pressure. but with some tender manipulation i can happily allow myself to realize this is right where i belong. how could i betray my own blood in such a way. ugh. codependence. manipulative yet mutually needy genuine incestuous codependency that feels like a tiny dingy little paradise