/lit/ - Literature

This is the first thing I've ever written, so don't use any lube in the critique.

It had been almost two years since I had finished my degree. Psychology, much to the disappointment of my Father. The morning I told him I was studying it, he screamed at me for almost 4 hours, about the tradition that men within the Johnston household carried. We were a military household, had been for generations, and he had hoped I would be like my brothers who were off fighting for our oh so important country. “Mindless psychobabble” I remember him screaming, spittle peppering my face, “useless pseudoscience enjoyed by the rich and those too stupid to see through it”. After this exchange I began to avoid him, However this only made him angrier. My mother held the peace however the atmosphere could have been cut with a knife.