GradyLorenzo

My stepfather died in 2010. For ten years following that, I lived under the illusion that he was a good man, that cared for his step-son, raised him to be a good man unto himself, and encouraged him to pursue the things he cared about. Looking back, all I see is a pissed off old bastard that only cared about appearances, annoyed with my voice as it reminded him that his autistic parasite was part of a packaged deal. Every. Single. Time. Oh sure, in public he put on a facade that he gave a shit. Not even that he was proud, just that he gave a shit about my existence. But hell, he wasn't even good at that. The man let this appearance fall so often, I don't know how any of you didn't catch onto it. He just casually kept going, maintaining this bullshit image he created, and you all bought it. Every. Single. Time. Gonna be real with you, though. Charles was a miserable, depressed bastard all the way until the day he died. Except there was that time when he got done with a spiritual