This is like having a child. You worry about their well being and devote most of your time seeing that they get the best out of life. My family has turned cold towards me when I decided to adopt a stray like Cisca, instead of a pure bred Golden Retriever puppy. They decided to withhold support from me, leaving me solely with dog responsibility, which is okay, except when they begin to restrict her and go paranoid, like what my Mom does with me. I really think my mom should take psychiatric medication for paranoid personality disorder.
I feel a sense of freedom whenever I am responsible for Cisca. I feel like the man that I should be, and not a kid
trapped in a box, treated like a kid and being criticized for everything. It's like we live in a little paradise, our own world where nothing else matters but each other.
trapped in a box, treated like a kid and being criticized for everything. It's like we live in a little paradise, our own world where nothing else matters but each other.
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