It has been 482 days since I’ve seen or spoken to my father.
I know we just met while dancing our hearts out to Beyoncé, but let’s get a fresh beer, sit down, and really talk.
It’s not bitchy to say, ‘We just can’t be friends because your attitude and behavior bring me down.’ It’s not even bitchy to stop answering someone’s phone calls because they can’t seem to keep up with you. That’s life. Not everyone can be around us.