Father always told me to be friends with people of intelligence so that I'll have good influences in life. Invited my friend over to play video games. Father walks into the room and my friend has her jumper pulled over her head and had arms inside it, hunched over and breathing heavily. Father looks at friend, looks at me, walks out without saying a word. The disappointment emanating from him could crush me.

Father was driving my friends and I to the mall. One of them spent the whole ride talking about some guy and how he liked her because he ignored her all the time. Father turned around and said, "That boy definitely doesn't like you. I'm not even sure why my daughter does."

As a wife and mother, it's a sobering thought that everyone who lives in my house has been inside of my vagina.