The Peacock 1518

Now I know just what it is about Erik that I find frustrating. He is just so completely selfish and self-centred. A typical ablist little Nordic ageist and racist demigod. Yes, what he is going through is hard, and I wouldn't wish two weeks confined to a hotel room on anyone, but he has to start clueing in that it is not all about him. Of course, living with us here, especially around Carl and Francois, he will have no other choice. it's either change or get out, I'm afraid. And here I have to start separating between my feelings for him, which are very tender, loyal and loving, and the reality that he is one immature, privileged and entitled spoiled little Swedish brat. But he is also in danger from Greta and Lindstrom, and this has to invoke pity. Please Lord, don't let me become an unyielding overbearing church lady monster with him. But he has to start growing up. And it looks like we, Carl, Francois and I, are going to be the ones to make this real for him. Well, someone has to do it, I suppose, and we still have to unravel this whole dark, tacky and scary mystery surrounding everything here. At times like this, I really miss Dad...