Wednesday, September 25, 2002

so vit comes home, and i've just made some dinner. he doesn't eat the stuff i've made, but has only leftovers from yesterday. but midway through dinner he starts kidding about the people on the soaps. so i'm thinking ah, he's getting over it, things are ok-ish. he even lets me do the dishes ( :p ).
we sit down watching t.v., and it's not so uncomfertable any more.
then, he points at a large woman on one of the soaps, and says "that's how fat your mother is."
this is not one of those things i can respond to without saying something, er, rude, so i say nothing. a minute later, after getting no responce, he says "and that's how fat you'll be if you don't join the soccer or basketball team."
because, of course, karate is not a real sport. i again say nothing. when getting still no responce out of me, he asks
"so what, are you now not talking to me?"
"what sort of answer can i give to those sort of questions?"

things go on well. i go to my room do work. as he's passing by, he pokes his head in and says "do you think just because you did the dishes for me now things are fine again?"
he's going out of his way to tell me that things are not fine.

i know i'm not the only one who gets this sort of things at home. i have loads of friends who have either verbally or physically abusive households. but it doesn't make it any better. so i don't get beaten very often. it's still awful.
i've even gotten to the point where i don't want to go home. never had that feeling before. i could always at least rest at home. now i can hardly sit down, because i'm constantly thinking "when's he coming home? what's he gonna say? is he going out? how long?"

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