i am thirty-eight years old.
but i wasn't always.
this is a rough story. i don't really know why you'd want to read it. i just wanted to write it down, finally.
https://eev.ee/blog/2025/07/21/i-am-thirty-eight-years-old/
oh i suppose i forgot to wrap up this thread
i left home (and college) at 18. my mom would occasionally call and we'd have a strained conversation. once she put my dad on the phone and he said i should quit my job (programming with a salary — like, career stuff!), move back in with them, and finish my degree at a nearby community college
i told him — simply, pointedly, and 100% correctly — to fuck off
and he hasn't spoken to me since. it's been like 15 years. he didn't even tell me when my mom died.
astoundingly petty, bitter man.
@eevee@queer.party
this is, i suppose, ash's version of my post
it is significantly worse, i think, and they illustrated it so it's more visceral as well. please take the CWs extremely seriously
"Significantly worse" is an understatement.
After reading the novel last night, I still don't know what to say, that does justice to what they went through. It's just plain horrifying.
Only thing I can say is: Thank you two for the strength to create and share this novel. From my POV Ash managed to get the experience across very effectively.
