My spoiling was not the result of any rods being spared at home.
Rather, I was spoiled through the understanding of the voluntary nature behind my parents employing violence as a tool of influence. The instant I realized these people had the ability to utilize other avenues to
claim righteousness but chose not to, I directed the blame of
every gratuitous painful private prison experience to
them and promised that I would learn from their
inability to. I was totally unprepared for the
fact that I had been programed at some
deeper level to think like my father,
whine like my mother and suffer
repetitive indignities again &
again as me robot stumbled
this very thin line which led
to the only place where
I could be myself.
Thank you, friend.
Yeah, they got me good.