wtf dad

Just got a phone call from my father.

“I’m sorry, but if you go through with this, you are no longer my daughter.”

“This” being moving into an apartment with roommates of my choice.

One of the other things he’s threatened me with was cutting off use of the cell phone.

I threw the phone. It’s broken.

If you’re reading this mom or dad, you fucking win. I won’t move in with Troy if it’s that fucking important to you.

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