My father is driving me nuts. Ever since I moved into town, he's been unbearably suffocating. Yes, I get that he misses me. Yes, I get that his job doesn't require a lot of heavy-duty thinking (hello, it's driving for hours at a time...that's about it). And yes, I get that I'm his only child. But honestly! Give it a rest already!
I'm grateful to have him. I really am. But he's grating on my last nerve here, people.
There's really no way to describe his personality, except for that he's the antithesis of Christian Troy. (stunningly handsome, playboy to a T, does what he wants whenever he wants to).
Oy.
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