With more than just his eyes, I mean.
The Buildup
Blanc:
So anyways, i told my dad not to touch my stuff and guess what. After all of that.
He still, touched my ducking stuff
and I told him to go to hell
i swear to god i can’t take this anymore
He went through my fucking laundry dude like
thats my personal stuff it’s MY clothes like WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS
I SAID NO
I SAID DO NOT PLEASE DO NOT GO THROUGH MYS TUFF
i made it very clear
i don’t know what to do to get him to respect my fucking boundaries
he doesn’t listen like
he doesn’t care
i dont’ know what to do because anything i do to retaliate it will end up in my ultimate harm
so there is absolutely nothing i can do
my door was SHUT and he opens it and I’m laying in bed with no shirt because I’m gay
and dykes do that shit
ok like I’M GAY KLEVAVE ME ALONE
and he opens the door and tells me to put a shirt on
and i said FUCK OFF
like iT’S MY ROOM WHY ARE YOU EVEN COMING IN HERE
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS
seriously he has nO BOUNDARIES
adn no RESPECT
pleaes help me dear god
like what the fucking Christ i swear to god i just mmmmmmm
i’m just so, done with everything.
I can just *feel* him looking at me all the time it’s disgusting
i can’t stand it anymore
I’m just so sick of it
I come out of the shower and he went through my difrty clothes
myh computer is on
he picked up all my stuff
the room light is on
Like after i specifically said LEAVE MY SHIT
EXACTLYYYYYY WHERE I LEFT IT
i said that I said DO NOT MOVE MY THINGS DO NOT GO THROUGH MY HAMPER
I WILL DO IT MYSELF
he has zero, respect
on any area u can think of
no respect no boundaries
no privacy
total control
it drives me absolutely MAD
im going to loose my SHIT
i am 2 seconds away from drilling a 8 inch screw into his temple
like ive genuinely lost my fun king mind with this shit
The Highlight
Turncoat:
I mean he respects your boundaries in that he's not touching you yet.
Blanc:
ive just been pushed to an insane level of anger bout this shit
no he does touch me
Turncoat:
He hasn't felt you up from shoulder to breast to inner thigh.
The Waltz:
finally some action
Turncoat:
Giving a telling look.
The Waltz:
but u live in his house
Turncoat:
That you're his property.
The Waltz:
it's only fair
and u r a grown woman
u have to give him something back
ur living there for free u know
Turncoat:
He hasn't told you to shut up and let it happen.
The Waltz:
money doesnt grow on trees
Blanc:
Just none of it is ok and I’m tired
actually he has
i dont wanna talks bout it tho
Turncoat:
Has he touched you, uh, "down there"?
Blanc:
sigh
She moved onto another topic forcibly at this point.
Where'd he touch you? Is "I'm Gay" more like a power phrase to try to get your dad to leave you alone? What's going on here Blanc this isn't something we should just ignore, this sounds like a real and legitimate problem.
