“Don’t sleep with guys you like, only with guys you don’t like.”
It always amuses me how us women are so clueless that the absolute best thing we can give away to is men is our pussy( sorry to be blunt, but it is the truth, guys want sex, they are thirsty for it, just go on Tinder to find out how high the thirst is).
They think they’re rewarding the “guys they like” (the unattractive nice guy who makes for a good relationship) by not sleeping with them, and they think they’re “taking advantage / getting the better of” the guys they “don’t like” (aka Chads) by fucking them and thus giving away any cards they had left to play. It goes without saying that it’s the polar opposite of what’s actually happening in that scenario.
You want to lock down an Chad, control your vagina tingles and make him get to know you.
I locked down a “Chad”, athletics team and can lift me up with both hands, cuase I held off on the sex rather than just jumping into bed with him.
OMG YAY!! I met Nick, and I love how Nick Jonas is 5’7, perfect height…dating tall guys is way too awkward and creepy, especially when I’m on the shorter side.
Read the article again, and read between the lines.
It’s not Being A Slut she misses.
It’s being Young and Beautiful enough to be able to be a Slut that she misses.
At 20, us women can be a Slut can superficially attract the type of high level man she believes she deserves for sex, but not a relationship.
Then one day, strangely, it didn’t seem to reliably-work for her, and men were no longer paying attention to her tits. Why could that be?
The biological clock that mother nature has cursed us women with, attempting to be a Slut repulses the men she wants, and she’s left with polite, boring dates and awkward clothed sex with “nice-guy” men she believes are beneath her standards.
This is why you use your goodies to lock down the hot guy rather than waste your youth. We are put on a timer ladies. The longer we wait, the lower the quality of men we get.
“My advice, since I’m pretty much a pro at this point, is to not have the chat at all. Get drunk, do your thing, have sex, and don’t bring it up. If anything, try and lure him in and eventually he’ll bring it up himself. Make him laugh, have a good time, use witchcraft. Whatever it is, if it’s right, he’ll want to be the one to tie you down. Literally and figuratively. At which point you put on the act of being nonchalant and unaware, like you didn’t even consider being official. Call me shady, but when you’re the one changing your status from “single” to “in a relationship,” remember who told you how to do it.”
How about you be brave and put in work into having the talk instead of running away from it like a coward? How can we claim to be strong independent women if we are scare of a little talk. You think Ronda Rousey is scared of a little talk like that? Hell no !!
Relationships are meant to be work and something you build after picking a guy who fits your criteria of what you want in a relationship, not just something you do to get attention or approval from our girlfriends and definitely not a bragging tool like ” hey look, I locked down the hottest guy, suck it bitch” .
In a relationship, it is only two people, and no one else, so only the happiness, treatment and attention you get from your partner matters.
What an awful, deplorable, basic, slutty, trashy, graceless tramp.
I am not surprised in the least that she has “plenty of experience” with dudes only casually fucking her and wanting absolutely nothing to do with being in any sort of serious relationship with her. She’s the town bike.
The broad who has zero shame in brandishing how many dicks have entered her well-used garbage hole. Bragging about how much of an irresponsible lush she is. The undisputed zenith of BasicBitch.
I’ll be happy when the day comes, a girl like that would get turned down purely out of principle, for the good of women and men, especially women. This is not what feminism is all about.. She’s good for one thing and one thing only. That’s the most she can ever hope to be in the eyes of men.
“He’d talk to me about his marital problems with my mom. It was a heavy weight on my young shoulders. After each of these talks I’d get a nervous and guilty feeling (which I now know is anxiety). After each of these talks I would try to be as perfect and good as I could be. One less thing my parents would have to stress about.”
This isn’t something parents ever did until Baby Boomers became parents. When that happened, parents became friends with their kids and they developed dysfunctional relationships sometimes called “surrogate spouses.”
This is where one parent doesn’t get along with the other and uses a kid of the same gender in their place. Ew gross. Shows the weakness of the Baby Boomers. Your kids are not your confidantes.
Go to a friggin’ book club or make friends at a bar or make friends at work..or even a sorority if you are young like us or friends from campus if you want friends to vent your problems.
That said, this alone doesn’t warrant her ire. She seems like a malcontent who will find fault with any man or anything.
Today, we can see patterns of behavior by tracking things like stories they write or comments they make on Facebook. I have a girlfriends on Facebook from high school and even now at college, and 100 percent of her postings are complaints. I’ve refused to get together with her because I don’t need to hang with women who complain instead of work hard. It is how you become a truly empowered women, like Ronda Rousey, a true feminist.
Dismissing the father’s contribution and criticizing his lack of “emotional support”. “Emotional support” is code for reinforcing the princess fantasy.
Workhard and earn your way up like a truth empowered women, like me or Ronda Rousey, and always respect your father’s contributions, especially if they tried really hard.
That aside, he made a cardinal mistake, one provider fathers of the past didn’t: he discussed his marital problems with his daughter (assuming this was not an exaggeration on her part). On this neither traditional parenting advice or modern hippie child psychology agree: kids can’t be slammed into adulthood all at once. Half the function of parenting is to keep a shield between the kid and the stresses of the world, until they’re old enough to cope with it. That shield can be slowly lowered over time, but it’s fucking stupid to start speculating whether wifey is banging Boris the Pool Boy with your daughter. That’s the sort of conversation you have with an adult child, if at all.
Possibly he mistook some airheaded asshole’s advice to try and “identify” or “connect” with his kid by sharing some common problems he had with her, or (probably) like a lot of men he didn’t have any place outside the home to go and shoot the shit with other guys who’d keep their mouths shut. And you could argue he was probably the sort of father who didn’t like the wife, but knew he was going to get anally fucked if he divorced, so he was careful to tick the boxes.
But either way, remember this: your kid is not your friend. In a normal parent-child relationship there is always a massive power imbalance, and it’s wholly on the parent’s side. That power can be easily abused, whether your intentions are good or ill. You can no more be a dictionary-definition “friend” to your kid than a slave can be a dictionary-definition “friend” to his master. The nature of the relationship does not truly allow it. Or put it another way: you cannot have the same conversations with your child that you would have with your friends.
Basically, this is a disrespectful, entitled American princess, writing an article about how she hates her dad and blames him for a lot of her problems.
Did he leave when she was born? No, he was an involved father who supported his family.
Did he beat her? No.
Was he a pedophile? No.
So what is her problem with him exactly? Below is the text with my notes.
“My dad kind of sucks. I guess I can’t really complain. He isn’t an alcoholic. He never caused me any physical harm. He didn’t abandon my family or leave my mom to struggle as a single mom. He’s just not a great guy.”
Really? Because he sounds pretty great so far. In every way he filled the role of a provider-father and avoided many of the vices that harm families.
“Even when I was younger, I was never really a “daddy’s girl.” I don’t know how I was able to recognize it so young, but I would see the way he treated my mom and the way they bickered. The way he under-appreciated the things she’d go out of her way to do for him, pick on her for the way she handled her finances, make her feel like nothing she ever did was enough. I’d see the way he’d make her feel so small, and they way she tried to conceal it and pretend like nothing was wrong around my siblings and me. But I could see it.”
Here we start to see it, he occasionally argued with her mom and “under-appreciated” the things she did. She doesn’t go into it, but I guarantee she’s talking about cleaning the house or baking a birthday cake – the things a good wife is supposed to do. I wonder how much he was under-appreciated for providing for the family. Further, he told her mom she was spending too much money. That one stuck for her. I pity her future husband as she spends through his money, then divorces him when he runs out.
“The years went by. He never skipped out on a Christmas. He never forgot a birthday or anniversary. He was a good man that supported his family. Yet, something was just not right. As I got older, he started treating me more like an adult. He’d unleash his worries on me. He’d talk to me about his marital problems with my mom. It was a heavy weight on my young shoulders. After each of these talks I’d get a nervous and guilty feeling (which I now know is anxiety). After each of these talks I would try to be as perfect and good as I could be. One less thing my parents would have to stress about.”
Again, the guy is thanklessly caring for his family. Now she’s a little older so he starts to shatter her princess fantasy by explaining how adults behave and how to be a better wife than her mother. This is the moment she starts to really resent him. Had he been abusive, she would have loved him, but how dare he shatter the fantasy!! How dare he require her to consider a life outside of her emotions.
“Then it was off to college. I tried my hardest in class. Worked multiple jobs. Never did any drugs. I was doing my best. Did I party with my friends? Yes. Did I wear tight dresses and high heels. Sure. Did that make me a bad daughter? Absolutely not. Even after moving out, those talks continued. But this time, they shifted to me. I was an emotional wreck. I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. If I wasn’t going to church every Sunday in a turtleneck, or volunteering with a charity on Friday nights, then I might as well have been working on the corner smoking crack. I was never enough. I felt constantly judged.”
Some of his good parenting rubbed off on her, she studied, worked and avoided drugs (which she says as if these things are massive accomplishments). But she was also partying. In another article she says that she has, at around 20 years old, a “low” notch count of 5 (add several to that and don’t count the multitude of BJs she admits to giving). Again, her dad told her ways to improve – the modern definition of mental abuse.
” I tried working it out. Talking out our differences. It was a lose/lose situation. I would have him in my life, and feel miserable because I was constantly getting verbal lashes. Or I would shut him out, and feel like a terrible person for abandoning my family. No one wants to be the girl with “daddy issues.” I’d think about this title often. Did I have daddy issues? Or did I just have issues with my dad? Are those two even different?”
Looking to avoid the one person in her life who is honest with her and doesn’t reinforce her fantasy world, she mostly abandons her family.
Basically, this is a disrespectful, entitled American princess, writing an article about how she hates her dad and blames him for a lot of her problems.
Did he leave when she was born? No, he was an involved father who supported his family.
Did he beat her? No.
Was he a pedophile? No.
So what is her problem with him exactly? Below is the text with my notes.
“My dad kind of sucks. I guess I can’t really complain. He isn’t an alcoholic. He never caused me any physical harm. He didn’t abandon my family or leave my mom to struggle as a single mom. He’s just not a great guy.”
Really? Because he sounds pretty great so far. In every way he filled the role of a provider-father and avoided many of the vices that harm families.
“Even when I was younger, I was never really a “daddy’s girl.” I don’t know how I was able to recognize it so young, but I would see the way he treated my mom and the way they bickered. The way he under-appreciated the things she’d go out of her way to do for him, pick on her for the way she handled her finances, make her feel like nothing she ever did was enough. I’d see the way he’d make her feel so small, and they way she tried to conceal it and pretend like nothing was wrong around my siblings and me. But I could see it.”
Here we start to see it, he occasionally argued with her mom and “under-appreciated” the things she did. She doesn’t go into it, but I guarantee she’s talking about cleaning the house or baking a birthday cake – the things a good wife is supposed to do. I wonder how much he was under-appreciated for providing for the family. Further, he told her mom she was spending too much money. That one stuck for her. I pity her future husband as she spends through his money, then divorces him when he runs out.
“The years went by. He never skipped out on a Christmas. He never forgot a birthday or anniversary. He was a good man that supported his family. Yet, something was just not right. As I got older, he started treating me more like an adult. He’d unleash his worries on me. He’d talk to me about his marital problems with my mom. It was a heavy weight on my young shoulders. After each of these talks I’d get a nervous and guilty feeling (which I now know is anxiety). After each of these talks I would try to be as perfect and good as I could be. One less thing my parents would have to stress about.”
Again, the guy is thanklessly caring for his family. Now she’s a little older so he starts to shatter her princess fantasy by explaining how adults behave and how to be a better wife than her mother. This is the moment she starts to really resent him. Had he been abusive, she would have loved him, but how dare he shatter the fantasy!! How dare he require her to consider a life outside of her emotions.
“Then it was off to college. I tried my hardest in class. Worked multiple jobs. Never did any drugs. I was doing my best. Did I party with my friends? Yes. Did I wear tight dresses and high heels. Sure. Did that make me a bad daughter? Absolutely not. Even after moving out, those talks continued. But this time, they shifted to me. I was an emotional wreck. I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. If I wasn’t going to church every Sunday in a turtleneck, or volunteering with a charity on Friday nights, then I might as well have been working on the corner smoking crack. I was never enough. I felt constantly judged.”
Some of his good parenting rubbed off on her, she studied, worked and avoided drugs (which she says as if these things are massive accomplishments). But she was also partying. In another article she says that she has, at around 20 years old, a “low” notch count of 5 (add several to that and don’t count the multitude of BJs she admits to giving). Again, her dad told her ways to improve – the modern definition of mental abuse.
” I tried working it out. Talking out our differences. It was a lose/lose situation. I would have him in my life, and feel miserable because I was constantly getting verbal lashes. Or I would shut him out, and feel like a terrible person for abandoning my family. No one wants to be the girl with “daddy issues.” I’d think about this title often. Did I have daddy issues? Or did I just have issues with my dad? Are those two even different?”
Looking to avoid the one person in her life who is honest with her and doesn’t reinforce her fantasy world, she mostly abandons her family.
“Don’t sleep with guys you like, only with guys you don’t like.”
It always amuses me how us women are so clueless that the absolute best thing we can give away to is men is our pussy( sorry to be blunt, but it is the truth, guys want sex, they are thirsty for it, just go on Tinder to find out how high the thirst is).
They think they’re rewarding the “guys they like” (the unattractive nice guy who makes for a good relationship) by not sleeping with them, and they think they’re “taking advantage / getting the better of” the guys they “don’t like” (aka Chads) by fucking them and thus giving away any cards they had left to play. It goes without saying that it’s the polar opposite of what’s actually happening in that scenario.
You want to lock down an Chad, control your vagina tingles and make him get to know you.
I locked down a “Chad”, athletics team and can lift me up with both hands, cuase I held off on the sex rather than just jumping into bed with him.
OMG YAY!! I met Nick, and I love how Nick Jonas is 5’7, perfect height…dating tall guys is way too awkward and creepy, especially when I’m on the shorter side.
Read the article again, and read between the lines.
It’s not Being A Slut she misses.
It’s being Young and Beautiful enough to be able to be a Slut that she misses.
At 20, us women can be a Slut can superficially attract the type of high level man she believes she deserves for sex, but not a relationship.
Then one day, strangely, it didn’t seem to reliably-work for her, and men were no longer paying attention to her tits. Why could that be?
The biological clock that mother nature has cursed us women with, attempting to be a Slut repulses the men she wants, and she’s left with polite, boring dates and awkward clothed sex with “nice-guy” men she believes are beneath her standards.
This is why you use your goodies to lock down the hot guy rather than waste your youth. We are put on a timer ladies. The longer we wait, the lower the quality of men we get.
“My advice, since I’m pretty much a pro at this point, is to not have the chat at all. Get drunk, do your thing, have sex, and don’t bring it up. If anything, try and lure him in and eventually he’ll bring it up himself. Make him laugh, have a good time, use witchcraft. Whatever it is, if it’s right, he’ll want to be the one to tie you down. Literally and figuratively. At which point you put on the act of being nonchalant and unaware, like you didn’t even consider being official. Call me shady, but when you’re the one changing your status from “single” to “in a relationship,” remember who told you how to do it.”
How about you be brave and put in work into having the talk instead of running away from it like a coward? How can we claim to be strong independent women if we are scare of a little talk. You think Ronda Rousey is scared of a little talk like that? Hell no !!
Relationships are meant to be work and something you build after picking a guy who fits your criteria of what you want in a relationship, not just something you do to get attention or approval from our girlfriends and definitely not a bragging tool like ” hey look, I locked down the hottest guy, suck it bitch” .
In a relationship, it is only two people, and no one else, so only the happiness, treatment and attention you get from your partner matters.
What an awful, deplorable, basic, slutty, trashy, graceless tramp.
I am not surprised in the least that she has “plenty of experience” with dudes only casually fucking her and wanting absolutely nothing to do with being in any sort of serious relationship with her. She’s the town bike.
The broad who has zero shame in brandishing how many dicks have entered her well-used garbage hole. Bragging about how much of an irresponsible lush she is. The undisputed zenith of BasicBitch.
I’ll be happy when the day comes, a girl like that would get turned down purely out of principle, for the good of women and men, especially women. This is not what feminism is all about.. She’s good for one thing and one thing only. That’s the most she can ever hope to be in the eyes of men.
“He’d talk to me about his marital problems with my mom. It was a heavy weight on my young shoulders. After each of these talks I’d get a nervous and guilty feeling (which I now know is anxiety). After each of these talks I would try to be as perfect and good as I could be. One less thing my parents would have to stress about.”
This isn’t something parents ever did until Baby Boomers became parents. When that happened, parents became friends with their kids and they developed dysfunctional relationships sometimes called “surrogate spouses.”
This is where one parent doesn’t get along with the other and uses a kid of the same gender in their place. Ew gross. Shows the weakness of the Baby Boomers. Your kids are not your confidantes.
Go to a friggin’ book club or make friends at a bar or make friends at work..or even a sorority if you are young like us or friends from campus if you want friends to vent your problems.
That said, this alone doesn’t warrant her ire. She seems like a malcontent who will find fault with any man or anything.
Today, we can see patterns of behavior by tracking things like stories they write or comments they make on Facebook. I have a girlfriends on Facebook from high school and even now at college, and 100 percent of her postings are complaints. I’ve refused to get together with her because I don’t need to hang with women who complain instead of work hard. It is how you become a truly empowered women, like Ronda Rousey, a true feminist.
Dismissing the father’s contribution and criticizing his lack of “emotional support”. “Emotional support” is code for reinforcing the princess fantasy.
Workhard and earn your way up like a truth empowered women, like me or Ronda Rousey, and always respect your father’s contributions, especially if they tried really hard.
He called her out for being a slut and judging by her article resume, he was in the right.
“How To Convince A Guy You’re Not A Slut, Even If You Kind Of Are”
“Baking For A Guy Is Low Key Sluttier Than Banging Him”
“The Penis That Got Away”
“The Time A Guy Mistook A Sugar Packet For A Condom And Temporarily Blinded Me”
That aside, he made a cardinal mistake, one provider fathers of the past didn’t: he discussed his marital problems with his daughter (assuming this was not an exaggeration on her part). On this neither traditional parenting advice or modern hippie child psychology agree: kids can’t be slammed into adulthood all at once. Half the function of parenting is to keep a shield between the kid and the stresses of the world, until they’re old enough to cope with it. That shield can be slowly lowered over time, but it’s fucking stupid to start speculating whether wifey is banging Boris the Pool Boy with your daughter. That’s the sort of conversation you have with an adult child, if at all.
Possibly he mistook some airheaded asshole’s advice to try and “identify” or “connect” with his kid by sharing some common problems he had with her, or (probably) like a lot of men he didn’t have any place outside the home to go and shoot the shit with other guys who’d keep their mouths shut. And you could argue he was probably the sort of father who didn’t like the wife, but knew he was going to get anally fucked if he divorced, so he was careful to tick the boxes.
But either way, remember this: your kid is not your friend. In a normal parent-child relationship there is always a massive power imbalance, and it’s wholly on the parent’s side. That power can be easily abused, whether your intentions are good or ill. You can no more be a dictionary-definition “friend” to your kid than a slave can be a dictionary-definition “friend” to his master. The nature of the relationship does not truly allow it. Or put it another way: you cannot have the same conversations with your child that you would have with your friends.
Basically, this is a disrespectful, entitled American princess, writing an article about how she hates her dad and blames him for a lot of her problems.
Did he leave when she was born? No, he was an involved father who supported his family.
Did he beat her? No.
Was he a pedophile? No.
So what is her problem with him exactly? Below is the text with my notes.
“My dad kind of sucks. I guess I can’t really complain. He isn’t an alcoholic. He never caused me any physical harm. He didn’t abandon my family or leave my mom to struggle as a single mom. He’s just not a great guy.”
Really? Because he sounds pretty great so far. In every way he filled the role of a provider-father and avoided many of the vices that harm families.
“Even when I was younger, I was never really a “daddy’s girl.” I don’t know how I was able to recognize it so young, but I would see the way he treated my mom and the way they bickered. The way he under-appreciated the things she’d go out of her way to do for him, pick on her for the way she handled her finances, make her feel like nothing she ever did was enough. I’d see the way he’d make her feel so small, and they way she tried to conceal it and pretend like nothing was wrong around my siblings and me. But I could see it.”
Here we start to see it, he occasionally argued with her mom and “under-appreciated” the things she did. She doesn’t go into it, but I guarantee she’s talking about cleaning the house or baking a birthday cake – the things a good wife is supposed to do. I wonder how much he was under-appreciated for providing for the family. Further, he told her mom she was spending too much money. That one stuck for her. I pity her future husband as she spends through his money, then divorces him when he runs out.
“The years went by. He never skipped out on a Christmas. He never forgot a birthday or anniversary. He was a good man that supported his family. Yet, something was just not right. As I got older, he started treating me more like an adult. He’d unleash his worries on me. He’d talk to me about his marital problems with my mom. It was a heavy weight on my young shoulders. After each of these talks I’d get a nervous and guilty feeling (which I now know is anxiety). After each of these talks I would try to be as perfect and good as I could be. One less thing my parents would have to stress about.”
Again, the guy is thanklessly caring for his family. Now she’s a little older so he starts to shatter her princess fantasy by explaining how adults behave and how to be a better wife than her mother. This is the moment she starts to really resent him. Had he been abusive, she would have loved him, but how dare he shatter the fantasy!! How dare he require her to consider a life outside of her emotions.
“Then it was off to college. I tried my hardest in class. Worked multiple jobs. Never did any drugs. I was doing my best. Did I party with my friends? Yes. Did I wear tight dresses and high heels. Sure. Did that make me a bad daughter? Absolutely not. Even after moving out, those talks continued. But this time, they shifted to me. I was an emotional wreck. I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. If I wasn’t going to church every Sunday in a turtleneck, or volunteering with a charity on Friday nights, then I might as well have been working on the corner smoking crack. I was never enough. I felt constantly judged.”
Some of his good parenting rubbed off on her, she studied, worked and avoided drugs (which she says as if these things are massive accomplishments). But she was also partying. In another article she says that she has, at around 20 years old, a “low” notch count of 5 (add several to that and don’t count the multitude of BJs she admits to giving). Again, her dad told her ways to improve – the modern definition of mental abuse.
” I tried working it out. Talking out our differences. It was a lose/lose situation. I would have him in my life, and feel miserable because I was constantly getting verbal lashes. Or I would shut him out, and feel like a terrible person for abandoning my family. No one wants to be the girl with “daddy issues.” I’d think about this title often. Did I have daddy issues? Or did I just have issues with my dad? Are those two even different?”
Looking to avoid the one person in her life who is honest with her and doesn’t reinforce her fantasy world, she mostly abandons her family.
Basically, this is a disrespectful, entitled American princess, writing an article about how she hates her dad and blames him for a lot of her problems.
Did he leave when she was born? No, he was an involved father who supported his family.
Did he beat her? No.
Was he a pedophile? No.
So what is her problem with him exactly? Below is the text with my notes.
“My dad kind of sucks. I guess I can’t really complain. He isn’t an alcoholic. He never caused me any physical harm. He didn’t abandon my family or leave my mom to struggle as a single mom. He’s just not a great guy.”
Really? Because he sounds pretty great so far. In every way he filled the role of a provider-father and avoided many of the vices that harm families.
“Even when I was younger, I was never really a “daddy’s girl.” I don’t know how I was able to recognize it so young, but I would see the way he treated my mom and the way they bickered. The way he under-appreciated the things she’d go out of her way to do for him, pick on her for the way she handled her finances, make her feel like nothing she ever did was enough. I’d see the way he’d make her feel so small, and they way she tried to conceal it and pretend like nothing was wrong around my siblings and me. But I could see it.”
Here we start to see it, he occasionally argued with her mom and “under-appreciated” the things she did. She doesn’t go into it, but I guarantee she’s talking about cleaning the house or baking a birthday cake – the things a good wife is supposed to do. I wonder how much he was under-appreciated for providing for the family. Further, he told her mom she was spending too much money. That one stuck for her. I pity her future husband as she spends through his money, then divorces him when he runs out.
“The years went by. He never skipped out on a Christmas. He never forgot a birthday or anniversary. He was a good man that supported his family. Yet, something was just not right. As I got older, he started treating me more like an adult. He’d unleash his worries on me. He’d talk to me about his marital problems with my mom. It was a heavy weight on my young shoulders. After each of these talks I’d get a nervous and guilty feeling (which I now know is anxiety). After each of these talks I would try to be as perfect and good as I could be. One less thing my parents would have to stress about.”
Again, the guy is thanklessly caring for his family. Now she’s a little older so he starts to shatter her princess fantasy by explaining how adults behave and how to be a better wife than her mother. This is the moment she starts to really resent him. Had he been abusive, she would have loved him, but how dare he shatter the fantasy!! How dare he require her to consider a life outside of her emotions.
“Then it was off to college. I tried my hardest in class. Worked multiple jobs. Never did any drugs. I was doing my best. Did I party with my friends? Yes. Did I wear tight dresses and high heels. Sure. Did that make me a bad daughter? Absolutely not. Even after moving out, those talks continued. But this time, they shifted to me. I was an emotional wreck. I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. If I wasn’t going to church every Sunday in a turtleneck, or volunteering with a charity on Friday nights, then I might as well have been working on the corner smoking crack. I was never enough. I felt constantly judged.”
Some of his good parenting rubbed off on her, she studied, worked and avoided drugs (which she says as if these things are massive accomplishments). But she was also partying. In another article she says that she has, at around 20 years old, a “low” notch count of 5 (add several to that and don’t count the multitude of BJs she admits to giving). Again, her dad told her ways to improve – the modern definition of mental abuse.
” I tried working it out. Talking out our differences. It was a lose/lose situation. I would have him in my life, and feel miserable because I was constantly getting verbal lashes. Or I would shut him out, and feel like a terrible person for abandoning my family. No one wants to be the girl with “daddy issues.” I’d think about this title often. Did I have daddy issues? Or did I just have issues with my dad? Are those two even different?”
Looking to avoid the one person in her life who is honest with her and doesn’t reinforce her fantasy world, she mostly abandons her family.