He became my enemy with his words and actions. I don’t want it to be this way, but that’s what he wants.
Why my worst enemy though? Because he’s my father. I wanted him to want to be around me as much as I wanted to be around him. I wanted him to take up for me, have my back… not say I’m a bitch like my mother… This is why we can’t talk. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I have to admit it’s damn near depressing seeing all this Happy Father’s Day stuff going on… I haven’t talked to my dad since my aunt died last year.
Care to know why? -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
If you’re going to have sex with someone, make sure they will make a good parent -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I live on the other side of the universe. The part not yet discovered –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I want to have a conversation with my dad… after he reads the book… after I write the book and send it to him.
I hope he can talk and not start hollering and cussing so I don’t have to start hollering and cussing –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
My father’s birthday came and went.
I never forget his birthday… but I never call.
Happy Birthday -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
If what I want doesn’t exist,
I make it. –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
All of a sudden I start feeling weird and I don’t know why. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of my friends parents who are no longer living, or who are very sick.
I have both of my parents, but I only talk to one. My father ruins my life when he’s in it. So I can’t let him in.
I started reliving one instance. My mom was pregnant with my little brother and my I remember him fighting her.
Why am I seeing this again
I was nine. My other brother was 5.
I didn’t know what to do…. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
When I tell people how I feel, I get “stop feeling sorry for yourself”
If I’m saying that something is bothering me and I’m sad about it, I’m not fucking feeling sorry for myself. No matter how strong I am and how much strength people see, I’m still a woman. I’m still a human. I have fucking feelings. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
People don’t get it. You don’t get it. I am not you. I will never be you. I don’t want to be you. I wasn’t created to be who you want me to be. I’m not suppose to please you. I’m not here to make you happy. I’m not here to caress your ego. I don’t care about your feelings. Fuck your feelings. You’re not that important to me, that I have to explain every got damn thing I do. I don’t even know you. My life is mine and mine alone. What you like, love, care about, has nothing to do with me. Why do you think you can pick apart my actions for your pleasure and think I should fuckin listen. You can’t even attempt to walk in my shoes… I know you be thinking this shit too -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Reality Of A Preacher's Daughter 