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Ok so moving back into my parents house as a result of quarantine had me nervous AF, particularly given some of the residual karmic shit that tends to get stirred up when I spend extended periods of time with my father BUT 9 weeks in and everyone is peachy and he is doing 1/n
the most adorable thing. We’ve als ways been a very “you do your own damn chores” kind of household, especially with him. When I first got home, he looked at me dead pan and was like, “hey so, if at the end of every week if you want to leave your laundry room it’ll get done” 2/n
And I’m like “oh thanks dad, you don’t have to do my laundry” and he’s like “I won’t be”
But DEADASS every week I put my laundry down there and the “laundry fairy” (who is 1000000% my father) LIKE I SEE HIM DOING IT does it all and brings it to my room 3/n
But DEADASS every week I put my laundry down there and the “laundry fairy” (who is 1000000% my father) LIKE I SEE HIM DOING IT does it all and brings it to my room 3/n
All folded and shit when I’m somewhere else, and every time I thank him he looks at me and is like “don’t thank me I had nothing to do with it” when both our asses know he did IT ALL.
And I can’t quite explain why it’s the most precious thing?????????? (4/n)
And I can’t quite explain why it’s the most precious thing?????????? (4/n)
Anyway we haven’t fought ONCE the ENTIRE time I’ve been home which is UNHEARD OF for us and I’m not saying that this laundry situation aka this tender dedication to demonstrating some love through a simple domestic act has healed our relationship completely 5/n
but damn if it’s not a testament to how we’ve both grown and established some serious safety at a time when my - and the collective nervous systems of us all - are fucking fried.
Fin.
Fin.
Also this thread is ridden with typos but plz be gentle it’s my first time
