(i'm just talking about my family so don't read if it's gonna bore u bc i understand)
me and my bio dad are the same person and it's absolutely terrible
he's helping me yell at my mom over the phone because she's talking shit about the protests and black people that get killed by cops
he said "they will not treat me like that. i am not american. we burn down plantation in jamaica. i riot. no man is better than black man. no skin better. we no have race war. we have uprising." and i can't breathe because he's me and i don't like it
i have a weird relationship with him but it's comforting to know that i'm not as crazy and weird as my mom likes to tell me
now he's telling me how mom has been fucking erratic for the entire thirty years they've known each other and now she's my problem
but i'm learning family history now so fun
