“He’s not all bad,” I defend, unsure exactly why I’m doing it. I guess when you only have one living parent left, you’re more willing to swallow their bullshit. And despite what he does, I can’t fight the ingrained feeling that I can’t speak ill of my family. In my head, and maybe even aloud with Jorge, I can say whatever I want about my dad and the way he treats me. But the rest of the world isn’t supposed to see so transparently what I deal with.”