“Mom, he whistled at me like I was a dog that he could choke on a chain. It wouldn’t hurt him to open my door and ask nicely if I would help him with the computer. I’m not being a smart ass when I have a name. I mean you gave it to me.”

“Heather, he is your dad.”

“He is a sorry one. I am glad that I never ended up like him. What convinced you to marry a sexist, racist, rude man? He threatened my twin sister’s life and all you have to say is that this man is my father. He yells like a crazy person when he is angry and needs anger management. He is sick.”

“Heather, that’s enough.”

“You wonder why I don’t go anywhere. Well, it’s not because I don’t get invited places. It’s because the people that invite me are different races and people you have never met before. I don’t want them to meet him. I don’t want to ask permission from that monster. I’m 19 and I thought I had free will. I wish he would go back to prison.”

“Heather, just stop.”

“You know that I am right and I don’t know how you could forgive a man that explained in detail how he was going to kill my sister. I don’t know how you could fall for someone that is everything I stand against. I know he’s my father but I’d rather never be born than have that as a father.”

And with that, I walk out. He thinks I love him when I say “I love you” in the most monotone voice. He thinks I care when I give him that fake smile that changes when I turn around. If he died I wouldn’t cry. Maybe, that makes me a monster too.