It's not their fault

It always breaks my heart when I see my parents. It's probably just the guilt kicking in. They are two very sweet uber-Catholic parents who raised extremely smart and talented kids. I'm just going through some issues, but I could never explain that to them. They'd probably kill me, then kill themselves, if they ever found out what I do.

It would probably kill my father the most. He'd probably realize that all of his nudie magazines and porno videos that weren't actually hidden well enough during my childhood may have actually had an effect on me. Not to mention that he used to frame centerfolds and post them in the garage and the bathroom and the closets. I grew up thinking that was normal. Until people came over and were usually appalled by it.

Oh well, now that he has obviously "re-discovered Jesus," I think all that's long gone. To him, at least.

He has cancer and only has a year to live.