|
Many of you demand to know why I did not attend my mother's wedding. Mostly I have given valid, but only partial, excuses. Here I give you the most accurate and truthful version: I didn't want to Yeah, I know, not much on content, but isn't that the motivation for every action we do? Well, since you seem displeased with that, let me approach the issue from another angle. Have any of you had parents who remarried after your thirteenth birthday? If so, you understand the conflicting, mostly juvenile emotions that come along with the "blessed union." If you haven't experienced this, shut the fuck up. You have no right to criticize me in a matter of which you have no comprehension. Next, do you have a parent who rejects out of hand the unions you forge yet expects you to give her your blessing when she tries to get remarried? If so, your parent is a liar if they have ever said that they just wanted you to be happy. If not, you have no idea what such hypocracy can make you feel. Have you ever had a parent punish you for thinking outside the box? Have you ever had a parent who tried to enslave your mind just because hers is enslaved and she thinks it is the best way to be? Have you ever had a parent who tried to exorcise the "Big Gay Demon1" from you? Have you ever had a parent who refused to allow you to talk to your own sister about what interests you because "it's what led you to the Devil?" No? Then you don't know the depths of the hatred and resentment that I have plumbed. Now, to bring this baby home. Have you ever known someone who reminded you of someone you hated with every fiber of your being? I'm sure you have. Could you be around him when everytime you were, you were reminded of someone you desparately wanted out of your life forever? I can't. How would you feel if the person your mother loved hated you? Would it make you feel sad that your own mother would to continue to consort2 with such a person? Can you imagine the feeling of betrayal that comes along with that? Know that he is turning my family against me. Mother, grandmother, even sister are being pitted against the unwanted son. He is feeding on their prejudice, on their bigoted nature, and wrapping his actions in a veil of orthodox religion. I've noticed my sister's change since his influence began. I've noticed my grandmother's lately, too. If you knew how I felt and saw what I've seen, you would feel the same as I do. I do not seek their approval, just the courtesy that I feel I'm due as a member of that family. The world may give not give me equality, but my family had damn well better. Otherwise, they are no longer my family. |
|