It was not until I started dating my very first boyfriend and met his family that my views about my dad started to change. At my boyfriend’s house there was no yelling or screaming. I remember one time when his little brother spilled a glass of milk at dinner, and I gasped and jumped up from the table. Everyone looked at me so weird, because I expected his father to go into a rage like mine would have done. But he never did. It was unusual behavior to me, to see him act so calm, and the more I was surrounded by it, the more I realized that it was MY house that was unusual.
