Sunday of my Life

Here’s an interesting concept for you to consider Dad:

• This house may belong to you, but;
• Not everything in this house belongs to you
• I don’t belong to you.
• My possessions don’t belong to you.
• More particularly the prescription for my medication doesn’t belong to you.
• If I leave it on the bench in order to remind myself to get it filled becuase I haven’t had a dose for 2 days this does not give you the right to:
• Move it
• Look at it
• ‘Put it away’
• Think about doing any of the above.
• ‘Forget’ what you’ve done with it afterwards.
• Make me do the addiction dance running around looking for it
• Give me the impetus I need to write this damn post.

It’s a simple fucking concept. If it’s not yours, you don’t touch it. If you can’t wrap your head around this concept, I wonder how you’ve managed to avoid being jailed for theft before now. I don’t belong to you. My possessions don’t belong to you.

Leave. Them. The. Fuck. Alone.

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