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[lunesque]

A snippet of conversation:

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Dad: Sometimes I wish you never heard of Harry Potter and Kyo Kara Maoh.

Me (curiously): Why?

Dad: All this stuff about hearing your 'muses' and giving them names didn't happen until you got involved in writing fanfic.

Me (quietly): They've always been there, Dad. I just never talked about them.

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Then I lied and told him that it wasn't as though they were real, and I certainly knew better than that. That of course I didn't take it seriously and that it was really just a game anyway. And we laughed it off and continued with what we were doing.

He never believed me. All this time he's just been humoring my neuroses.

Maybe I am crazy.

Everything comes down all at once, doesn't it?

I'm not happy at all.

Comments

[suaine.livejournal.com]

Not intentionally, but parents have a tendency to be hurtful with the best of intentions. If you really talk to him about it, make it clear that he hurt you and your muses are very real to you, I think he will understand. Maybe he's got something like them, maybe he's just scared it's him who'll look crazy if he believes you.

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

My dad wouldn't understand. He'd just blame my mother for giving me bad genes and he'd mope and pout about me being crazy, hoping that if he ignores it long enough it'll fix itself.

I should only be so lucky that he would have muses of his own.