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I just don't get it.... is this a matter of filial piety? or just feeling like this is the one person in the world that you have left as family

I am uncomfortable this feels just. no.

"It doesn’t matter why she’s disturbed. It only matters that you know she’s disturbed" O h

This is EERILY similar to my grandma’s behaviour with my aunt, wow
Bonus points for realism I guess?

“I plucked another cube of ham from the soup. There was whitish crud on it, like vaginal discharge. I ate it anyway.”

Good lord

“The food came in bowls as big as our faces. I pictured bending over and putting my head in it like a trough. Or how great it would be if I could use the power of my mind and will the macaroni to travel into my mouth from the bowl without having to touch it.”

Girl what the hell

“I smiled back, betraying my actual feelings: jealousy, bitterness, ill will. Maybe a horrible disease would befall her and force her to stay in LA. Like kidney failure so she’d have to spend half the week hooked up to a dialysis machine. A post-human prison, body fused to machine.”

Jesus girl

“Zebra fish, harlequins, and neon tetras swam around, disappearing into castle turrets, swallowing rocks and spitting them out, eating one another’s shit. They were arbitrarily stuck together in their tiny worlds, interminably looping until they were charged with derangement. But who wasn’t?”

Wtf

‘During a weight-lifting competition a decade prior, JJ’s large intestines had burst through his anus from trying to break the world record deadlifting. Images of his prolapsed anus flower still haunted the internet on forums tagged “NSFL.”’

I can't deal with this book

‘“If a person is going to prison,” she’d said, “they deserve to go on TV first.”’

Lady what the hell

Not feeling the satire here. This whole thing is just depressing af

“A dream I’d once had about fucking her with my penis flickered in the periphery.”

She's talking about her mom...

“It took me a minute to understand that the face staring back at me was my own. It was anemically pale, plastered with foundation four shades lighter than my skin. I had eyebrows arched into right angles. Orange lips, pink eyes, burnt umber cheeks. I looked like a reject from an instant noodle queen competition.”

Jesus

“The roving team of beauty peddlers claimed they charged such low prices because they didn’t have overhead and could avoid taxes and import fees because everything they did was under the table. She brought other women to the parties, and if they got procedures, my mother would get a freebie or two, discounts.”

Like an MLM for illegal cosmetic surgery??

“My mother had sabotaged herself to the point where she had manifested the very face she was terrified of having: the ugliest face in the world.

It was a brutal thing to say about one’s own mother. But it was true. To me, it was the ugliest face I had ever seen....”

My god