Especially when you're alone and you HATE it.
And I get a call. And it's him. Wanting me to 'go fetch'. Like I'm a dog.
I want to scream or yell or hit things or...something.
Good girls don't do that. Good girls don't lose their cool. Good girls do whatever their father says, and they never agrue or speak out of turn. And I'm a good girl. Or at least that's what he always says. "Be a good girl, Deirdre."
Fuck you, Dad. I am not your secretary and I am not running your errands. And I'm NOT a good girl.
I try to be so perfect for you. And you don't give a shit.
Well as of now neither do I.
Dammit...I wish that were true.