As I pulled into the coffee shop parking lot, I immediately heard "You better come when I call you, Bitch." And then I thought for a second... why am I doing this? How am I going to act when I see him?... I think, probably like a bitch! Then I hear "I dont need that... You aren't good enough. Blah blah,
she wouldn't treat me that way." I immediately felt like a dog, I felt ugly as hell and went home. Now I feel seperated and confused. It's difficult to hear his voice and distinguish it from my father's sometimes.
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