And I realized I talk to neurotypical people like to animals, lmao. I don't even mean it offensively which is probably a whole another and much deeper level of offensive. I just matter-of-factly act a bit like coming to a zoo.
I don't speak to my family except for legal matters or when someone dies. It's been like this for some fifteen years now, which is about the half of my life. My uncle died, as it turns out. Hadn't thought of him for years. Suddenly I was faced with the gaping difference of my opinion of him as a child versus now, judging from the same facts. Yes! He's dead and I'm going to speak bad about him. Shocking, I know. Earlier this year I met a woman who reminded me of my cousin. I never meet women who remind me of her! A butch but soft-hearted lesbian with a buzz cut. When we were kids everyone thought she was a boy. This woman was just like that, even the stories she shared about her family were quite familiar. It's been years since my cousin got her heart broken. The love of her life, possibly. They were so good together, I enjoyed hanging out with them together more than with each separately. The girlfriend broke off the engagement because my cousin's family...
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