“I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about,” my father almost shouts at me now. I look at him, confused—even when we used to talk all the time, we didn’t talk like this. “I thought it would help you if you went out like the other girls, if you got a boyfriend. You seemed lonely. But I was a chump. There was nothing for you there. I didn’t know you were going to end up with a completely different kind of life—some kind of life I didn’t know there was.”