azurelunatic | Relatives

Grandma is going to have

marxdarx and Nephew come over to stay for the whole weekend, next weekend. If it were only for one day, I'd be able to do it, but not for the entire weekend.

The last time I visited her parents' house it was for Labor Day Weekend, and the Quadruple Birthday of Doom.

At the worst point, if Votania had been there, I would have deliberately induced a full-scale meltdown, the sort that only Darkside used to be allowed to see, and lately, sometimes

votania as I've come to trust her more. Why would I have done that? To make them take me home. I was past the point of caring what they thought of me, past the point of being saner-than-thou. It was only Votania's absence that was stopping me, as I couldn't bear the thought of being in that condition, even self-induced, even very controlled as it would have to be in order to make a show of it, without someone I trusted there, and without her being there to be taken home with me.

I can't go back there. Not for the night. Not without a ready means of escape. They may have become more nice, and more comprehensible, to

votania, but the more I get to know them, the more alien, the more repulsive, the more sickening, they are to me.

(Votania's father is cool. He also hides away in his den, a place where Votania's mother rarely enters.)