Having a halfway decent relationship with your abusive parent during adulthood is so weird. Its like, “oh mom, you’re so funny and cute! You violated me and made my childhood a living nightmare, causing trauma that I will never recover from, but nowadays you’re just a barrel of laughs!”
Like, its so great bc as parent and child you share a lot of mannerisms and personality traits, you’ve got a lot of in jokes, you just also have the heart wrenching awareness that this person will never, ever apologize for how they have victimized you, or even just admit to it
Me and my two best friends were chained up in a room (think the movie Saw)and the little jigsaw guy was like, “I wanna play a game. You all are going to die if you don’t cut off your feet,” and one friend was like, “Do it coward, kill us,“ and the other said, “You’re a lil bitch, are you a lil bitch, murder boy?” And I laughed and the jigsaw guy said, “This is literally the least amount of fun I have ever had doing this,” and I woke up.
