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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

[saekhwa]

Psh. It figures. You're not crazy if you don't share. Or, at least, only share with your friends, who are also writers and who understand exactly what's going on.

Or maybe he doesn't get it because he can't relate, the way the rest of us can. He's always a little dark about it and thus, who you are. Maybe he feels left out and lonely.

And I am done making the attempt to rationalize your father's quote.

In any case, we still love you, babe.

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

I think the last two sentences you wrote were the only ones that made sense. ♥

Dad and I will just do our usual thing. He'll emotionally abuse me without realizing it, and be emotionally dependent on me without saying anything, and I will be alternately fond and annoyed at him. We won't talk about muses, and it'll all be good.

[saekhwa]

Sounds like a plan, luv. ^_^

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

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