I’m so damn irritated and frustrated that when I see Crystal's father and he looks at me with hatred, I don't mind returning the same look, surprising him.
I don't feel like putting up with him right now. I don't feel like anything.
Crystal grabs my hand and leads me to the table. As she and her beautiful mother hug each other, her father and I look at each other, expressing with our eyes that we don't like each other and that we’re not interested in greeting each other or talking.
I don't extend my hand, and neither does he. I'm not interested in sucking up to him. Not anymore. I have no reason to be nice to him. If he decides that I'm not enough for his disaster of a daughter I don't care, it's not like we're actually together, it's not as if I really love her. In fact, if he doesn't
