Scribbles

A therapist looks me in the eye and says, "your parents have made you who you are today. the good the bad and the ugly. you should be thanking them. not resenting them."

mom...
dad...

sorry.
she is wrong. I don't resent you. I love you.
But, I will not thank you for teaching me some of the things you did about love, sex, my body, intimacy, or the lack there of all of the above.

I am running away faster than either of you ever could have imagined. I am plotting with more detail and precision than you ever did. I am sabotaging with a force that can only come from the power of two. The two of you.

Thank you.