It’s funny that the first thing that comes to my mind is; ‘what would my father want me to say in this situation?’ He’s the one who wanted Dmitri to see my scars. Maybe he wanted him to draw conclusions on his own. Maybe he didn’t expect Dmitri to ask me about them.
I sure didn’t.
So what do I say? The truth; ‘Oh, you know, my father liked to punish me for my sister’s mistakes when we were young. But then he also kinda punished me for being born a human. They’re just a constant reminder that I’m a weak, disappointing piece of s**t, never mind them, hahaha.’
I mentally shake my head. Maybe with a whole bottle of vodka down my throat, that might be the answer I give him. But right now I’m too sober for vulnerability. I’m not in a position where I can just trauma-share impulsively like I d
