I called them out on it. Sort of. My dad said if I thought I was so grown then I needed to leave. Other things were thrown in that I don't [...] feel like repeating and feel really awful even bringing this up when you're out having a good time with your husband.
[She has parked, and swallows hard. This is hard, right? Opening up.]
Am I as worthless as a bottom feeder?
[The tears start flowing then, and she hates how small her voice sounds, and how weak. Ugh, crying in cars. You've started a trend, Noah.]