This man is a dad, and he never hides his complexities: knowledgeable and attractive, selfish and rude... He's not the one I can lean on when I'm sad; he's the one I don't understand , just tell me that life is unhappy nine times out of ten, women must know how to compromise... From a psychological point of view, I want to analyze myself and analyze whether he casts a huge shadow? This idea is terrible, so I never glorify men and everything under patriarchy, and this is even more damned, I feel more and more like a thug at the bottom of my heart. Because I'm already strong, I can't imagine it anymore... Never lived in a castle, never believed in a prince, never a princess, it's ridiculous, it's a miracle that I didn't become a rock boy. There are many stories like mine.
Dad didn't actually do anything wrong in my childhood, he was just too honest, and honesty is the crudest quality - my rage at the excuse that he stole my dreams was clearly my own shallowness and incurable vulnerability.
Watching "The Barbarian Invasion" today actually touched me so frankly, and the comments I wrote were disgusting.
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