> Be me> be child of well-off Venezuelan parents> be sheltered> move to US at age 9> realize that I'm going through puberty and isolate myself> grow up and make friends> befriend other Venezuelans in the same class as me> learn that my parents had corrupt jobs and that's how we got money> Grow up> dysphoria worsens and I start to DIY> cut hair short> become addict through edible use> use it as copium> feel less shitty, rot in bed> have leftover bud > be unbelievably stupid about warding off weed smell and light up joint> whole house smells> father finds out> father brings up apparent "homosexuality" after confronting me about the smell> find out I girlfailed, high as shit> *celebrate*> few days pass> try to go to Deadpool & Wolverine with same friends > get confronted about the weed situation completely unrelated to convo> have father tell me to cook and clean instead (I can't be making this shit up, we're the only two people who live here aside from a relative of ours who's staying for a while due to work reasons)> have him threaten to call my mother> mother doesn't have the best parenting record but she's successful and I don't see her much anyways so we co-exist> have him threaten to have her body-check me> he makes comment about underwear checks> realize why he did nothing when they lived together> he knew what she was doing> mfw I'll never have a normal relationship with my parents but at least they're more concerned about the drug use rather than the tranny tendencies.
