I mean, sure, it's nice to meet him, but having him in the apartment? No. Because no matter where I go, he's there, in the way, making conversation, expecting me to pay attention to him.
He insists on having "family dinner"s where he talks about nothing but his 18 year old salsa instructor, if not actually on his phone texting with said child.
Family "tragedies" are one thing, if you can call it that, I see it more as a consequence of selfish behavior, but having to have it rubbed into my face?
It doesn't actually hurt me (much), it's more about how it hurts my mother and sister. Because the mother is dying from shame and the only reason she
listens to what he talks about is to see what people in stockholm have seen her husband with 20 year olds who next to him look bought, and the sister still thinks we're a family. I hate that word, anyways. As if we've ever been.
x
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