Due to an unfortunate disagreement with our neighbors at our apartment, Boyfriend and I have had to move into his parents' home. It is so different from the home I grew up in. Everything they do is foreign to me: how quiet they are, how polite, how easygoing. It's like I don't know how to behave here. It's like I don't speak their language. It's like I'm still waiting for them to try to fuck me up.
WHAT HIS MOTHER SAYS:
Did you have a good shower?
Hey! Wine bottles go in the recycling please!
You know you're welcome to use the laundry, right?
I'm so sick of dishes!
WHAT I HEAR:
You used all the hot water, right?
You fucking alcoholic
Why do you wear the same thing every day?
IT'S YOUR TURN! MUWAH AH AH!
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