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A snippet of conversation:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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