I dunno… harsh toilet training?
I think it’s because I was such a spineless marshmallow for the first 20-odd years of my life. I had convinced myself that I had to be friendly and cheerful and happy all the time; even my friends of years had never seen me angry or upset or crying. I was the Class Asswipe for the whole of elementary and junior high school. I got pushed around by The Stepfathers. I had my tentative opinions smacked down. And I took it. Even my own friends would get pissed if I expressed the tiniest bit of “Hey, you know, it makes me feel kinda bad when you ___” and give me the “We’re JUST JOKING! Why do you have to be SO SENSITIVE?! You’re SO SELFISH!” And I’d hang my head and apologize for being such a horrible human being- After the whole Boy Wonder debacle, after I’d been knifed in the back by both my long-time boyfriend and my best friend, after repeated Dumb Dad antics, after a whole bunch of therapy, I finally got the hint and stopped being such a fucking doormat. And as a result, I also cannot a
