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Who Are These People and What Have They Done with My Family?
So I wound up spending the weekend with my family, since I no longer have a significant other to spend it with. I didn't really want to, I just didn't feel like celebrating this year after having my heart ripped out yet again. But they talked me into it.
Last night, I was helping my mother in the kitchen. We fixed dinner, we set the table, and we cleared the table and did dishes after. While we were working on dinner, she told me about how her stylist, who used to cut my hair, remarked that her hair was exactly like mine with how thick and curly it is. And she added, "at least, how your hair used to be." After how she criticized my hair last time I saw her, I rolled my eyes and prepared to walk out of the kitchen and she said no, she didn't mean it like that. She thought my hair looks nice now, she just misses my curls. Unsure of her intentions, I said, "Well, I like it this way, it's cute." She agreed.
After dinner, my father was getting ready to take my grandma back to her apartment and we were all sitting around in the living room. Before she left, my grandmother brushed my bangs aside with her hand and when I looked up at her she had this reassuring and loving look on her face. My grandmother who everyone assumes has such bad vision that she hasn't been able to see what's going on with me. I don't really know what that look was about, but it was comforting.
My father spent most of the evening sharing stories with my sister's future husband. Because he's an army guy and my dad is an army guy, so they have a lot in common. But later my dad started talking to me a bit. He was telling me about work, and mentioned this guy he works with who is very chatty and says "omigawd" a lot when he's talking on the phone. And he told me, "I'm not trying to offend you, because, you know.... but when he's on the phone, he acts like a girl." Had it not been for my laptop in my lap, I'd have sprang out of the recliner I was sitting in and hugged him. Maybe I should have anyway.
So here was my weekend: My mother is actually holding back on her criticisms, my grandmother may be more aware of things than anyone gives her credit, and my daddy gets me. He has NEVER acknowledged anything about me being the way I am. Not until last night.
Today, my parents wanted me to go shopping with them. We ran around in Topeka most of the day. We had a great time. Somehow we started talking about the Westboro asshats, and I said they really hate people like me. And my father went on about how they are idiots. My mother didn't object to me using the ladies room at Barnes & Noble, which I was sure she would.
There is only one reasonable explanation I can think of. The Pod People have come. Trust no one.
Last night, I was helping my mother in the kitchen. We fixed dinner, we set the table, and we cleared the table and did dishes after. While we were working on dinner, she told me about how her stylist, who used to cut my hair, remarked that her hair was exactly like mine with how thick and curly it is. And she added, "at least, how your hair used to be." After how she criticized my hair last time I saw her, I rolled my eyes and prepared to walk out of the kitchen and she said no, she didn't mean it like that. She thought my hair looks nice now, she just misses my curls. Unsure of her intentions, I said, "Well, I like it this way, it's cute." She agreed.
After dinner, my father was getting ready to take my grandma back to her apartment and we were all sitting around in the living room. Before she left, my grandmother brushed my bangs aside with her hand and when I looked up at her she had this reassuring and loving look on her face. My grandmother who everyone assumes has such bad vision that she hasn't been able to see what's going on with me. I don't really know what that look was about, but it was comforting.
My father spent most of the evening sharing stories with my sister's future husband. Because he's an army guy and my dad is an army guy, so they have a lot in common. But later my dad started talking to me a bit. He was telling me about work, and mentioned this guy he works with who is very chatty and says "omigawd" a lot when he's talking on the phone. And he told me, "I'm not trying to offend you, because, you know.... but when he's on the phone, he acts like a girl." Had it not been for my laptop in my lap, I'd have sprang out of the recliner I was sitting in and hugged him. Maybe I should have anyway.
So here was my weekend: My mother is actually holding back on her criticisms, my grandmother may be more aware of things than anyone gives her credit, and my daddy gets me. He has NEVER acknowledged anything about me being the way I am. Not until last night.
Today, my parents wanted me to go shopping with them. We ran around in Topeka most of the day. We had a great time. Somehow we started talking about the Westboro asshats, and I said they really hate people like me. And my father went on about how they are idiots. My mother didn't object to me using the ladies room at Barnes & Noble, which I was sure she would.
There is only one reasonable explanation I can think of. The Pod People have come. Trust no one.
*Twilight Zone theme* 
I AM the evil bastard!
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