For the first time in a long time i am actually doing something for me, being here on the computer. Due to the time of night that it is, im being told like a child that it is time for bed. I have tried everyway i know how to tell him to stop telling me what to do. Hell, im a grown woman, who made him my daddy. he's drunk as usual and i know it, but he can make me sooo mad. Waht to do?
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