Every time my father talks to me, he's either treating me like a 3-year-old or expressing his dissapointment in me.
one minute it's "oooh, I luv yooou, my little sparkle~!" or "I'm so proud of my big girl!",
and the next it's "you're 15, why can't you ride a bicycle yet?" or "why don't act like a normal teenage girl?" or (the worst one) "when are you going to start going hunting with me?"
Well, I'm sorry I didn't turn out the way you wanted me to. But the stories that you read to me when I was little taught me to be myself, and you can't just tell me that I'm not allowed to do that.