... I mean, it's not as bad as the very *worst* thing you could guess. As far as terrible fairy tale parents go, he's Mother Gothel from Rapunzel, not the king from Donkeyskin. Or-- fuck, my mind's blanking on anyone who got their kid hooked on drugs where withdrawal would kill them.
So I guess you *do* know the barest bones of it now, even if I'd still rather not give you the full gory details.
I just, fuck, I really don't know, Carly. I *knew* he wasn't a good or moral man, ever since Pewter. I did think of him as a *great* man, in the sense of Great Mean in (Future) History, but that's *different*. I just-- I don't know why it shocks and hurts me so much when I *knew* he was no more of a good person than I am.
I guess I'm so used to thinking badly of myself that unless that person stomps over my PTSD like Emet did when he first came here, I have trouble believing that someone else could be *worse*.
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Date: 2020-12-03 02:59 pm (UTC)So I guess you *do* know the barest bones of it now, even if I'd still rather not give you the full gory details.
I just, fuck, I really don't know, Carly. I *knew* he wasn't a good or moral man, ever since Pewter. I did think of him as a *great* man, in the sense of Great Mean in (Future) History, but that's *different*. I just-- I don't know why it shocks and hurts me so much when I *knew* he was no more of a good person than I am.
I guess I'm so used to thinking badly of myself that unless that person stomps over my PTSD like Emet did when he first came here, I have trouble believing that someone else could be *worse*.