We eloped. Well, kind of. GC picked me up, father told me I was a whore and cutting all ties with him by going with GC and that's it.
Now I'm at GC's place... And you know what? I only feel bad because I don't feel bad. I can breathe freely again. I feel at home again. I even realised that one is able to miss a person as well as their smell. It's like this primeval instinct deep inside that connects smells with people and situations and in this case, security and bliss.
There is but one storm cloud at the horizon: father. He has now jumped from angry patriarch to concerned disappointed dad whose daughter rudely left without introducing her boyfriend. Oh excuse me, who sent him out of the fucking house? Who told me that what I was about to do was whoring and that I was never to set a foot in his house again? Who absolutely reject us both?
Now, it doesn't help that the three of us know the true story. If he starts telling people his version, they'll be inclined to believe him rather than two young people who seem to be in a dispute with him. So there we go. Hypocrisy at its finest. First he preaches about honesty and morals and whatnot and then he goes around contradicting every single fucking rule he set. I just love my family.
/P.
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