"You know what? You're just like your f*****g father. You take and take, but never do anything for me. Go to your room. I don't want to see your f*****g face for the rest of the day. Maybe when you learn to man up just a little bit you can have some food, but no dinner for you tonight."
And that was the real problem, I was soon to discover. To me it was just a face that I saw in the mirror all the time and hated a little more every day. Normal, not really that great. But all she could see was my dad, and it reminded her of all the slights and neglect. She had finally found a target for it, someone that she could take out all the injustices of her life on. Someone weak and insecure. It was the wrong f*****g thing to say to me at that particular moment.
I was already incredibly aroused and
