when I was almost 7, my Dad died, leaving my hard-working mother at the claws of two whiny manipulative kids, who were both quite a bit smarter than her (poor thing). Initially, I was pushed into the Man of the House role, at least so far as guys were considered the natural dominator and all that, but after a few years, little sister learned my moves and proceeded to take over. One of her basic techniques was to undermine and even emasculate me, which, dumbass kid that I was, i had no real clue how to respond to successfully. Took a few years away from home to see how much that had crept into my deeper places, how much I had internalized the whipping.
Bhu pointed out that, hmmm, it’s taken two years and she’s still playing bullshit with the box, that seems a bit suspicious. Well just huh, i never even thought of that, right there all along. I sent her a long response to her latest screed last night, and in fine fashion she ignored most of it, picked out two points to wildly distort and overreact to, and dismissed the rest, leaving me thrashing in frustration. Except, no, fuck that, I should know better by now.
Mom’s long gone, nobody needs to win this game anymore. I really don’t want to go back to the US, but at this point, i think it’s time to make it a priority to figure out a new place to store all my shit, and get some cash and go home and move it all out. Somehow. Then she’s holding nothing over me.