I turn my face away, struggling suddenly against a wave of nausea, this sick weight in the pit of my stomach.
"I don't know him," I answer flatly, because it's really the only thing I'm entirely certain of. The rest of it, how I feel right now, I can't really make sense of.
"But you don't want me to see. You won't take me to the fuckin' asylum, you won't..." I stop myself, jaw clinching tight, "It's startin' to feel like you've got me boxed up here, bein' the borin' fuckin' Dad, 'cause somebody's gotta be sometimes, while you're... out doin' what feels good."
Arms dropping uselessly to my sides, I say, "You can't protect me from this. If you can't let me see this shit, then you shouldn't be fuckin' doin' it! Sure as hell not with some fuckin' guy I don't even fuckin' know."
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"I don't know him," I answer flatly, because it's really the only thing I'm entirely certain of. The rest of it, how I feel right now, I can't really make sense of.
"But you don't want me to see. You won't take me to the fuckin' asylum, you won't..." I stop myself, jaw clinching tight, "It's startin' to feel like you've got me boxed up here, bein' the borin' fuckin' Dad, 'cause somebody's gotta be sometimes, while you're... out doin' what feels good."
Arms dropping uselessly to my sides, I say, "You can't protect me from this. If you can't let me see this shit, then you shouldn't be fuckin' doin' it! Sure as hell not with some fuckin' guy I don't even fuckin' know."