Mine would always change the rules at the last second and give me some impossible task to accomplish before I was allowed to do anything I wanted to do. Or, he’d make me pay him. Just some arbitrary amount of money. Then he’d give me a curfew, and when I got home, he’d claim he’d told me an earlier time and I’d be in my room for the next two weeks. He’d laugh as he walked away, because we all knew he was lying but he was the boss. So since his word was law, his lies were true. Eventually i stopped doing stuff at all. it was too much drama.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.