I don’t have a boyfriend; my father did this. After our mother died three years ago, he became an alcoholic and we found the reason why my mother never kept alcohol in the house is that he’s a horrible drunk. My sister and I moved out; I quit school and got custody of her. Now I work four jobs to support us and give her money for college. She wants to go to MIT. She’s smart enough to get in, too, and I’ll be damned if we can’t afford it just because my father has to be such a bastard.” She finished and looked up at him. His mouth was slightly agape in shock, but he said nothing.
