Dad tried to open my door, but I jammed it shut so it wouldn't budge. I even sat on the floor, leaning against it in case he tried a little harder. I was steaming big time. Finally, Dad gave up with a sigh and whispered, "I don't know what's going on right now, Dale, but I want you to know I'm praying for you." Whatever! It was all such hypocritical bullshit. I didn't want his holy behind praying for me when he has been lying to my face my entire life. I went to bed in a black haze, hating the entire world. I didn't even bother with breakfast this morning. I wasn't ready to sit down and spew my wrath at them. They can just keep waiting for all I care. They did it to me! I mean, I'd been wondering about Mom's age for a while now. I figured she must have been a really young mother. I wasn't stupid. But, when I asked her about it, she said she got married straight out of high school. She totally failed to mention the fact she actually got knocked up before she even graduated and was shipped up north by her disgusted parents.
