I Will Never Forget the First F-bomb My Father Hurled at Me


Posted on January 31, 2020 by Jenn Zatopek

My father began telling me to fuck off when I was nineteen years old. It was a hot summer day and I lived at home, taking classes at the local community college to get ahead and graduate as soon as possible. I was a tall and slim woman with fearful brown eyes who planned on moving north to escape the confines of the palpable disgust from my father. . .

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