It’s a phase

I don’t lie anymore. I am so disinterested in what others think, that I don’t bother to be anything but truthful. Sometimes a bit on the blunt side. When someone asks, “How’s your daughter doing? Has she graduated yet?” Nope, but I have. I’m the one who has graduated. From a ‘not yet (quickly change subject)’ to ‘no, she dropped out. Twice. She hates me. She feels that I abused child labour laws by having her assist me and that I abused her as a child.’ There is always a moment of silence. I don’t start to cry anymore. The other person says ‘It’s a phase, just be patient.’ What I don’t say…But she detailed her homicidal plans. She writes songs about me. My favourite is Trash. I know it’s not a phase.