Revelations About Dads Infamous Midnight Lectures

Revelations about Dad’s infamous midnight lectures... woke up courtesy therapy Especially during past session on May eighth two thousand twenty one between the hours of five and six o'clock post meridiem. Between three and four score years ago the following poetic ill winds did blow yours truly felt like carrion repurposed courtesy black crow decimated to bajillion pieces analogous to deaf eat, viz bitter foe where within bared mine soul telltale toxin did glow yes dear reader cumulative wrath – hello synopsis I invite thee to know why self esteem within me so low lackluster love life accentuated cuz yours truly never kissed under mistletoe Dreadful homelife upon exiting early adolescence no bed of roses parental wrath did commence me (especially after graduating bottom 1%) scorned as among lowlife versus being among productive vested gents I withstood blistering, mortifying withering howling offense yours truly uttered nary a peep. I dreaded every malevolent utterance when father requested he speak not about some choice topic dejure brought a twinkle to my eye, but that all to familiar monologue finding me standing like stone wall hearing, tuning out with equally predictable trademark demurely meek pose with hands crossed against chest of the then easily intimidated guy despite feeling effects of utter ennui and fatigue attempted to stand tall against the tsunami verbal typhoon itching to drown out said battle creek when asked capisce? comprende? farshtayst? looked blankly at floor well nigh or pretended to stare at something extreme fascinating on the kitchen wall for he may as well asked if I understand in an unfamiliar language such as Greek most likely getting successful results yammering away at common house fly possibly seething inside (p’raps equally swatted) ready to lash out into a brawl held back by fear plus in comparison to me pop – just a itty bitty pipsqueak, who felt onrushing and overpowering desire to collapse and cry compounded by growing urge to urinate from that natural urethral call spoke nada word, nor gave hint of hearing from loathsome blather that did reek like decomposition of fetid of dead living entity that began to putrefy which offal to mine ears, tugged impetus under warm blankets to crawl!