My parents are slaves to religion to the point that they wont fukk with other people in thier own family that they lived next to all their life. Its a shame that they couldnt think for themselves so i pretty much had to raise myself
But that doesn't mean I don't objectively see them for what they are, which is rubes. Nice, well meaning rubes, but rubes nonetheless.
I love them and respect them because they love me and did the best they could in raising me, but the fact that they are the type of people I normally dislike doesn't escape me.
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