This hurricane stuck two carnivores together.

To get my father angry I told him to go and have sex with his mistress. He came over to me to hit me, and I felt my jaw lock getting ready for it.

Then he told me I’m not worth it, I’m just pitiful.

I don’t hold back anymore. If he yells, I yell. If he cusses, I cuss. And sometimes even when he doesn’t. It’s not healthy, it hasn’t been, but it’s really not now.

I don’t know what anyone thinks of me. I don’t feel very good right now. He’s probably calling her now, the mistress I mean. Telling her how bad I am, or maybe he’s not, maybe he just doesn’t like talking about that anymore. Maybe he just tells her he loves her and makes out with the phone.

(My neck hurts from readying myself for that hit.)

I’m bad. I hope I’m not like this when he’s away.