Hell, Mark, I couldn't even be happy living in a household with rules like those, and they are supposedly for my benefit.

I'm having a difficult time trying to describe the effect that reading those rules is having on me. Sort of a cringe that extends from the top of my brain, all the way down through all of my innards, and making my teeth itch on the way, and ending up as a big knot of queasy frustration in the middle of my gut.

Run away, Mark! Get away from that place as fast as you can! It's evil!