I wish I could tell her—like how keeping me away from her overbearing, rich-as-fuck parents instead kept me with a drunk and abusive dad. But I’ve never told her that. She doesn’t even know the half of it. Well, she obviously knew he was a drunk, but I hid everything else pretty well. She worked all the time and was hardly home. He never put his hands on her, only me. I made sure of it.
