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My brother just posted on his socials that he asked our parents if they were happy with their lives and that they said yes, which is crazy because every time I'm the one asking they always deflate and say no, that they wished it had been different, that they're tired but they're too old to try and change anything so they're just going to wait it out until death. So either they're lying to one of us, or a secret second thing I can’t conceive of.
I see the way they are looking at me and i know they wish i were different, so i smile and laugh pretending not to wish they were different as well.
If they refuse to let me go, they should at least keep their poison to themselves, just like they force me to do.