I don't talk about my dad much because I wasn't even really aware that he kind of neglected me (and fuck, I'm stressing the "kind of" here, because honestly, it's not the sort of thing that'll fuck me up for me life, and we're spending time together regularly now.) But a lot of the ways Charlie treated me corresponded with the way my dad treated me, and that just. Bothers me.
And nobody will truly understand it except me, really, since nobody's inside my head. And thank God for that because it's a fucking ugly and horrible place and I'd do anything to move out for a week or two.