The Curfew

Written May 31st, 2012

RANT ALERT Ignore this wall of text if you don't want to read my bitching.

I wrote this about my girlfriend and the shit she goes through.
I know, I know, I sound like a whiny bitch, but good Lord... her parents shove their beliefs down her throat, first off, and emphasize the fact that 'God doesn't allow gay people'. Whether this is or isn't true (and no one can say because you're not fucking God or Jesus), I think it's bullshit. And all forgiving God, shunning a specific person because they love someone of the same gender? Seriously?

Secondly, it's her dad. I must be the boyfriend of the relationship (even though I'm a chick), because I hate her dad. He's the one who bashes gays all the time, throwing around the words "faggot", "dyke", "fucking queer", etc., making fun of them, and talking shit about them. Even her grandfather is fine with gay marriage, and I quote, "If two fruitcakes wanna get married, let 'em." Okay, he obviously doesn't like gays... but he still doesn't care if they get married. But it's the end of the whole fucking world if they marry when it comes to her father!
Let's not forget he hates me.
Yeah. He doesn't even know I'm pansexual (or that his daughter is bisexual) or that we're dating, and he already hates me! Can't wait to see what he does when we move out and we go, "Oh yeah, by the way, we're getting married." He'll probably exclude her from the Will.

But that's not why I hate her dad. Parents hate me sometimes. Fine. Whatever. It's what he does to her. See, Sarah -- my girlfriend -- has anxiety disorder, and no, not that self-diagnosed bullshit. She had been officially diagnosed with it, along with OCD. So when her parents demand something, she needs to do it, or else.
I try to comfort her. But it doesn't work too well. Especially when it comes to time. As in when to come home. Her mum isn't too bad -- she's not bad if Sarah comes home five minutes late. That's her dad. If she's even a MINUTE late, she gets punished, and it's usually her iPod that gets taken away if she's late. For every minute she's late, that's a day that it gets taken away.
Okay, so I know what some of you are thinking -- it's an iPod, stop being a spoiled bitch. Well, some people turn to music for comfort when people can't help, thank you. I'm the same way. I had an emotional breakdown when my old MP3 player broke because I'd had a hard day and wanted some music to calm me down. And no, neither of us own battery guzzling CD players. CDs are for collection and ripping to computers anymore nowadays.
So yeah. Let's cause a teen girl's anxiety to act up, and then take away her only source of comfort! GENIUS! It fucking pisses me off. I want to deck her father in the face... and yell at her mum. She should stand up for her daughter. Seriously. My mum does when my dad kind of goes too far. Why won't she?

They only have one kid -- and they keep pushing her away with the stupid shit they do. They need to open up, because right now, they don't know a third of what Sarah's like because of their close-mindedness.